H-009: Thickth Bar, Entrance

Lia spies no obvious red jackets, or at least nothing that would seem remarkable enough to warrant mention as an identifier.

Her unhurried walk earns her the occasional glance as she passes, as Lia is accustomed to receiving.

The girl at the door will take her payment, scrawl a marker across the back of her hand – softly glowing pink right of entry.  Lia can speak if she wishes, otherwise she can thread the wire fence chicane and enter the main area.