Ada's never really made it her habit to look back. It's not exactly a deep-seated personal philosophy so much as it is a professional requirement. She can't very well do her line of work if she spends her time occupied with preceding jobs. She chooses to apply that sort of professionalism now that she finds herself in this strange bar. Scanning the place over, the lack of an obvious exit stands out to her almost as quickly as the the odd sort of patrons looming about. When she meets eyes with the proprietor, she's asked for her drink order, but Ada merely shakes her head. She can feel the edges of exhaustion and a drink would otherwise be much appreciated after the day she's had, but with the patronage this bar seems to attract? Opening a tab seems a bad idea.
There's little of this place to truly explore, but Ada opts to look for that less than obvious exit all the same.
"Now, what do we have here?" she says, noticing a loosened floorboard creaking with one of her next steps. She tests it for a moment, giving it a little more weight and watching its opposite end raise before crouching down to remove it. From the little hiding place in the floor, Ada pulls out a handgun. She inspects the gun's magazine and is pleased to find it full, but still takes a moment to look around the establishment before claiming it for herself and placing it in her empty holster. Finding a weapon in a bar doesn't exactly strike Ada as particularly odd in general, but it does seem odd to her that it would be so easy for her to stumble into it. Well, she knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth and holsters it. Replacing the floorboard, she rises back to her feet and dusts her hands off to take a further look around for more possible weapons. Ada isn't exactly looking to build an arsenal, but...
Again. Gift horses. Mouths. She can maintain her suspicions without digging too deeply just yet.
After several more minutes of looking for more possible weapon caches, Ada eventually comes to settle at the bar herself. One of the shades has seemingly finally taken an interest in her, ghosting after her steps, but has not yet taken on any form than its own amorphous and wispy one. She sits a couple seats down from the nearest Star Child, seemingly ignoring them as much as any other patron in this place. Subtly though, she spares them a glance as she's awaiting her ordered mixed drink, wordlessly assessing them.
Ada chooses to wait them out when it comes to striking a conversation. Having others approach her usually stirs up a bit of confidence in others or provides her with ample opportunity to kindly soothe any anxiety they might have at the prospect of speaking to a woman that looks like her. Either way, she's in the driver's seat and able to more effortlessly divert the conversation in the direction she needs or wants it go in, and she thinks that's going to be more useful than idle small talk when it comes to getting out of this place. When her drink is placed in front of her, she politely thanks the barkeep and slides the glass closer to herself, but that's as far as it gets as far as touching her lips is concerned.
Of course, there's no guarantee that such tactics will work. It may come down to Ada making the first move in the end, and she's willing to offer a seemingly gentle comment upon the order of the other Star Child's next drink.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? You look like you've had enough tonight."
((ooc: feel free to pick anything out of this as a jumping off point and/or otherwise feel free to riff and wildcard as you see fit. if you don't prefer prose, i'll match your brackets!))
Ada Wong 🦋 Resident Evil 🦋 Familiar
There's little of this place to truly explore, but Ada opts to look for that less than obvious exit all the same.
"Now, what do we have here?" she says, noticing a loosened floorboard creaking with one of her next steps. She tests it for a moment, giving it a little more weight and watching its opposite end raise before crouching down to remove it. From the little hiding place in the floor, Ada pulls out a handgun. She inspects the gun's magazine and is pleased to find it full, but still takes a moment to look around the establishment before claiming it for herself and placing it in her empty holster. Finding a weapon in a bar doesn't exactly strike Ada as particularly odd in general, but it does seem odd to her that it would be so easy for her to stumble into it. Well, she knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth and holsters it. Replacing the floorboard, she rises back to her feet and dusts her hands off to take a further look around for more possible weapons. Ada isn't exactly looking to build an arsenal, but...
Again. Gift horses. Mouths. She can maintain her suspicions without digging too deeply just yet.
After several more minutes of looking for more possible weapon caches, Ada eventually comes to settle at the bar herself. One of the shades has seemingly finally taken an interest in her, ghosting after her steps, but has not yet taken on any form than its own amorphous and wispy one. She sits a couple seats down from the nearest Star Child, seemingly ignoring them as much as any other patron in this place. Subtly though, she spares them a glance as she's awaiting her ordered mixed drink, wordlessly assessing them.
Ada chooses to wait them out when it comes to striking a conversation. Having others approach her usually stirs up a bit of confidence in others or provides her with ample opportunity to kindly soothe any anxiety they might have at the prospect of speaking to a woman that looks like her. Either way, she's in the driver's seat and able to more effortlessly divert the conversation in the direction she needs or wants it go in, and she thinks that's going to be more useful than idle small talk when it comes to getting out of this place. When her drink is placed in front of her, she politely thanks the barkeep and slides the glass closer to herself, but that's as far as it gets as far as touching her lips is concerned.
Of course, there's no guarantee that such tactics will work. It may come down to Ada making the first move in the end, and she's willing to offer a seemingly gentle comment upon the order of the other Star Child's next drink.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? You look like you've had enough tonight."
((ooc: feel free to pick anything out of this as a jumping off point and/or otherwise feel free to riff and wildcard as you see fit. if you don't prefer prose, i'll match your brackets!))