All things considered, this place is not too much unlike home. People will always be people and Eleanor Guthrie knows how to handle people.

Unfortunately, right now she needs to take care of more basic matters if she is going to find her footing in this odd little town she has found herself in. Getting work with a shipping company will be hard without credentials, so this lively-looking bar is where she goes to.

She sizes up the bartender, giving him a smile that shows maybe a little too much teeth as she leans forward, arms propped up on the counter. "Is this your place?"