The bell atop the wooden saloon door rung loudly as it swung open. Out came Luana, who had let her hair down fully since her arrival, where she met one of the patrons currently within the bar, Treyman. It flowed behind her, swaying as she lightly took her steps on the musty floor, brown eyes glaring at those sitting in the dank stools and booths. She sat at the counter next to Treyman and JT, barely noticing them as she raised her hand to signal the barista.