Katerin And _another_ newcomer enters the Pub. A young woman, ripped jeans, black heavy-metal T-shirt, brown Docs held together with a lot of tape. She wears a broad collar bristling with long spikes, and on her arms and neck can be seen tattoos and the edge of larger tattoos; not the crude ones one might expect from her dress sense, but elaborate and savagely beautiful, intricate carefully-coloured knotwork and other patterns. One particularly prominent one on her left shoulder is the Get of Fenris tribal mark; those who wouldn't recognise that might take it for a variant on a swastika.
Her head is completely shaven, with a few days' growth of blonde hair, and her eyes are the blue of glacial ice. Under her arm is a tattered leather jacket, and from her jeans pocket pokes the top of a spiral notebook.
She eyeballs each of the other patrons in turn, moving on or staring depending on whether they avoid or meet her gaze. The look is not exactly hostile, but she reeks aggression. Apparently she recognises Toby, for she nods almost imperceptibly in acknowledgement. Having picked Paddy as the alpha, she leaves staring at him until last of all.
[OOC: Anybody with Silver Sense will notice that she's carrying a significant amount, apparently wrapped in the jacket.]
Faded into a back corner October 2001.