Tatiana keeps the bag tight against her side as she wanders away from the bar, into the crowd. It's instinct, more than anything; she learned early that if you want to keep something, you hold on tight.

She hasn't explored the lounge area yet, so that's where she heads. Her lips quirk at the fat leather chairs; she always used to want one of those.

Her gaze travels from one patron from another, searching, searching - oh. Her brow furrows as her steps slow. That - well, she definitely looks like the kid in the video.

So what now? What does she say? She can't stand her staring at her, that's just creepy.

So she puts on her best smile and strides forward. "Hey, um, Ilde?"