((Just so you know, Myitt looks like a human woman in her twenties, of Italian decent, with an American accent. She's wearing torn blue jeans and an even more badly torn black trenchy-looking jacket, and her right sleeve is covered in dried blood and is bulging from weird cement-like bandages underneath the fabric. Her face is also bruised and puffy on one side, like she got walloped in the face. She has steel toed army looking boots that surprisingly aren't torn up, and she has brown frizzyish curly hair. The general gist is that she got all of her clothes from a dumpster at Hot Topic, heh; Corliss looks in his late twenties but is a British Caucasian guy in a much nicer black single-piece uniform with no real insignia, and a black belt of weaponry that would look familiar to anyone who knows Yeerkish weapons. Hope that helps. You can probably tell what they are, since it's a little obvious, but I'm gonna let your character figure it out
))
Myitt shakes her head and turns away from the newcomer at the noise of the glass tipping. She blinks at Shal. "Hey...hey, man, you're gonna drown in the stuff," she says, gesturing to the bartender, who sighs noiselessly and starts sopping the Yeerkish liquor up with a dish rag. The bartender has left his notebook reading "cash or tab?" next to the Hork-Bajir Controller.
Myitt glances at Ossanlin again, worriedly. She can see he's still breathing, twitching sporadically, but Mar still seems to be working whatever magic he's working. She still can't help but feel an extreme sense of distaste for the creature, even though he's attempting to save her friend.
<You want me to tell you, or should I just let you find out in here?>
<I know, I know. Guy's got me pinned to the wall for all eternity, like some cute little butterfly.>
<That guy's watching us,> says Tara suddenly.
<How do you know, do you have eyes in the back of your head? You're worse than me.>
<I can just tell.>
<Ugh...he's watching
everyone. That's what people do here, remember?>
Corliss, across the room, has noticed the new guy sitting near his sibling and his sibling's friends, as well. Still engaged in conversation with Mike, he lets his hand rest on the Dracon at his belt. Just in case. New people always made him paranoid.
"Hey," says Myitt irritably in Galard, snapping her fingers next to the new guy. "I'm kind of in the middle of a lot of stuff here, but I don't recognize you and it's bothering me. What's your name?"
