Riva strolled into the front doors of the small book book, her hands burrowed in her trench coat pockets, collar flared up. Behind her was a large man, like a brick wall. Her heels clicked agains the wood floor, as she walk towards the counter where a strange party of three were awkwardly standing. Her eyes widened slightly at the pungent smell of ghouls, and based on the direction it was that weird group by the counter. They didn't look like much of a threat, so she walked on past calmly, hopeing they wouldn't mind her entrance. She was here on a job anyways, no need to cause a scene, she was here to talk to the owner of this astablishment. Without giving a glance in the direction of the group her APH shifted to the small door adjacent to the counter.
Sinclair shifted uneasily in the leather booth. There had been all too many reports in the news of ghoul activity, which was further confirmed by the whispers and talk of more ghoul attacks in the area from his men. A sigh escaped his mouth, slightly relieving the pressure he felt in his chest. A sudden thought popped in his head,"with all of these recent attacks, was it really safe to send his partner out now, shouldn't I have gone with her?". He has always trusted Riva, but she was also prone to becoming irrational and too overstimulated in the presence of too many unfamiliar ghouls, causing her to get a little bit violent. He decided he would just get some fresh air, and maybe keep tabs on her just incase.
