Volesset steps in, radiating cool green light as he takes a seat at the bar. "Good day to you. All well around here?" A few scattered guests take up a few of the tables, and one of the booths. A lone figure sits at the bar, that of a silver-haired human. A few empty shot glasses sit in front of her. She looks up at the inquiry, and chuckles. "Yeah, just felt like a drink, I suppose. It's nighttime outside, so I'm justifying it to myself that way." <****Some time later****> "Vodka, single." Long says towards Jens, before looking over at Arizhel once more. "Good day." he greets.