My silence bred violence as I sit here on the inside
There is a very tired and rather beat-up angelet stumbling through the gates of the Main Gauche. It would seem, from the distinctly unhappy expression and the fact that she has a few white smears and patches from where she's been cut or scraped, and the fact that her clothes are a bit worse for the wear, that Miss Taylor Barnam tried to tangle with something that at least gave her a run for her money, if not outright beat her.
That'll teach her to go hunting alone, possibly.
She's sort of hoping that no one will notice her come in, but she's got enough experience with this place to hope too much - invariably when she really doesn't want to deal with people, she has to deal with people.
And, of course, for the Glaysas on the premises, she's giving off a lot of bad emotion. A lot of fear, which is both odd for her, and makes it pretty likely that yes, she bit off a bit more than she could chew. It wouldn't be the first time, just the first time since coming to Chicago.
That'll teach her to go hunting alone, possibly.
She's sort of hoping that no one will notice her come in, but she's got enough experience with this place to hope too much - invariably when she really doesn't want to deal with people, she has to deal with people.
And, of course, for the Glaysas on the premises, she's giving off a lot of bad emotion. A lot of fear, which is both odd for her, and makes it pretty likely that yes, she bit off a bit more than she could chew. It wouldn't be the first time, just the first time since coming to Chicago.