If it wasn't for the directions the Freehold so kindly provided for her, Lucy never would have made her way in a jazz club like the Blue Note. Of course, the soothing music is nice for socializing, but it doesn't leave much space for anything else.
And the low temperature. Yeah. The Fireheart's breath might be seen.
'Hmpf.' It may sound like she scoffs, but Lucy actually likes the effect the cold gives to her entrance.
It is early in the evening, the Elemental girl surely had her daily portion of calories in chicken nuggets and sweet chili sauce only thirty minutes ago, but the combination of cheap deodorant and chewing gum made sure there's no evidence to lead back to her appetite. At least her appearance ain't something to laugh at. Especially if you consider that her body appears to be made of coal, her hair is on fire, and that mascara is not necessary anymore.
While smiling, she continues her way inside. She takes off her sunglasses and... it's time to find out who else is here.