Romii pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before summoning up the courage to enter the Tower bar. She hates this place,she hates the Tower, too many people,too many faces she doesn't recognise. She finally summons up the courage to go in, and not for the first time she thanks the traveller that she's small enough to go largely unnoticed. Sticking to where its darkest,she's suddenly painfully aware of how wretched she must look. Her boots still caked in mud not yet dry. Her cloak still thick with snow across the shoulders and heavy with dust. Her armour hasn't fared much better, it's well worn and heavily repaired with whatever was to hand at the time it got damaged. If it had a colour once it has long since faded away, to an unmemorable greyish brown. Keeping her eyes ahead she manoeuvres her way to the bar, dodging a small scuffle that breaks out as she passes. Feeling like she's just run the gauntlet she stands on the bars foot rail and motions to the frame serving. It looks up and she slides a flask over to it, R:" Vodka and fill it up,and pour me a double straight up while your at it......please" The 'please' is delayed as she forces herself to be civil. She then beckons the frame closer and says something in hushed tones. The frame shakes it's head. " No, no Trinity" it replies. Romii's shoulders slump a little. R:" Ok .....Thankyou" She takes her flask and her drink to the darkest corner she can find that faces the exit, ensuring her back is to a wall knocks back her first drink of the night. (Open)