Kalee, Midnight
Spice smoke, cigarette smoke and music drifted out of the spaceport cantina she was outside of. The smoke curled and danced in the icy winds bite as it left the establishment, visible only in the coloured lights from the signs above and around the cantina.
Some of those lights reached to and tinted the left side of Emilia's scoundrel robes, though because she'd dyed them black it mostly absorbed the colours. She stood arms crossed, leaning her upper back against the cantina's dirty, dusty, outside wall. The doorway of the cantina was about ten meters away from her.
She was standing mostly in the shadows. Because it was harder to see her, the passerby's mostly ignored her. Emilia did not ignore them, however. Her purple eyes scanned the men and women as they passed by, entered and existed the busy cantina.
OOC: Open to one opposition. 48 hour rule will apply.