Klef was perched on bar stool, her legs dangled because the floor was likely too low. Besides the fact that she was sitting and at a club, there was literally nothing else she knew about where she was. What she did know was why she was there, a much milder hostage situation than before with a few people knowing of her whereabouts. Her mind was elsewhere anyways. She was still disappointed that her uncle so willingly put her life on the line like this, but if all went according to plan nothing too terrible should happen, or at least that's what Juniper told her.
Even though she trusted Juniper on this, her suspicions were still up. That's why she decided to convince James to tag along, he was a solid head taller and as long as she had someone slightly more intimidating by her side, nothing too terrible come out of her exceptionally long visit.
She filled a note with chicken scratch, her attempt at writing without sight. Albeit cryptic as hell, she had faith that James would be able to decipher it quickly. In the meantime, she sat, prodding at a drink that common sense advised her not to touch.
@Saber
Even though she trusted Juniper on this, her suspicions were still up. That's why she decided to convince James to tag along, he was a solid head taller and as long as she had someone slightly more intimidating by her side, nothing too terrible come out of her exceptionally long visit.
She filled a note with chicken scratch, her attempt at writing without sight. Albeit cryptic as hell, she had faith that James would be able to decipher it quickly. In the meantime, she sat, prodding at a drink that common sense advised her not to touch.
@Saber