Now that was someone who knew what they were doing down here. Kleisha was torn between giving the stranger a glance or pretending she hadn't noticed. Not that it mattered, really; if they were anyone worth paying attention to, they'd already know that she'd noticed them.
It'd be nice if everybody weren't hiding behind a million layers of masks down here, she thought, setting an empty mug down on the counter. It was easy enough to get into the habit of keeping her cards close to her chest when it came to mingling among people with a backup plan to every backup plan, agendas stacked atop other agendas; not so easy getting out of it. They'd try to pay her in a million ways; reputation, favors, information. None of them had seemed to consider that someone so well-versed in Underground culture just wanted some money to eke out a living.
"I don't suppose any of you lot are looking for a hired hand?" She found herself asking.