Being cut off from many of her usual sources had forced Lilith to take a slightly different approach, not that she didn't appreciate the need for a drink at times. She'd gone to the bar for that reason: mull over the situation with a drink, see what information she could claw out of any helpful patron and start piecing the situation together.

The atmosphere of the bar was certainly very different to what she expected when she walked in, quieter, somber, not the chatter she'd expect. Was it fear keeping them silent or something else, a detail that she'd missed? That change didn't alter her plans, making her way to the bar, ordering a glass of wine, taking a look at those around her to see who might be best to start this conversation with.

"Are all night so... silent?"