A swirl of snow sneaks in through the front door when it opens, allowing Rae to pass through. She's in a bright orange coat that clashes violently with her hair, purple gloves, along with thick, warm boots into which her jeans are tucked.

"Thank all the listening gods," she mutters, seeing where she is and heading over towards the bar. Upon noticing who the bartender is, Rae grins. "Taking another job, Autor?"