The front door isn't so much a front door when the young (by whose count?) woman who has been introducing herself a Sarah Black enters. It is more of a curtain that gets pushed aside by the blade of a sword. Well, it is more of a
svärdstav, actually. A Staff of Light, specifically.
Well, it isn't her house in Pollnivneach but it will do. At least she doesn't have to check around every corner for intruders now. That is Security's problem, because she's in Milliways now and anyone stupid enough to attack her would be breaking the rules of the place. Security here is awful lax about cats, though.
So, at a booth near a wall so that she can prop up the staff-sword, she kicks off her sandals and rests her legs on the booth while she fiddles with a small tongue of flame dancing on the right hands index finger while she holds a cigar in her left. There is a complicated ritual that comes before lighting a cigar, and thanks to the ritual, Sarah or who ever she is has finally learned finesse when it comes to fire spells. Plus there are bits of the holy herb marrentil mixed in with whatever plant she found on her world to stand in for tobacco. At least some ritual should be conducted. Humans like to burn marrentil when they ask favors from the gods, after all. But why would they do such a silly thing if they didn't see positive results?
But it's not like Sarah is a goddess or anything. Nope! Completely human - red hair, sun-kissed skin, red irises and all. She just likes the smell of the stuff.
A waitrat will come along eventually. Until then she is content to just lounge at the booth and smoke.
If you see any cats approach please be a dear and do shoo them away. A waitrat may never approach her otherwise!