H-023: Thickth Bar, The Lounge
Once she moves into the Lounge the music is reduced to a level where it is comfortable to speak, though the partitions between the Lounge and Big Room seem arbitrarily sited. There is still plenty of sound cover, and the air is smoky.
From a shadowy corner corner down the far end, she spies a flash of a red jacket as its wearer leans forward briefly into a narrow task light, picks something off a low table, leans back into the darkness.
Can she tell if the red jacketed person is speaking to anyone?
She will scan the area to find herself a seat, preferably with a view of that shadowy corner.