Hasibe orders herself something called a 'Silk Stocking', laughing a little at Penny's description. "Thank you! I appreciate your manicure's sacrifice to the cause."

She settles down into a seat at the bar, legs crossed and body language turned to the side so they're shown off; she is not oblivious to any looks she's getting--and, in fairness, after a while of being Hasibe, being stared at no longer registers as anything too noteworthy. "So they're talking about retaining you long-term, you know. And if you're inclined, I can push it over, make something happen."

(There are little marks on her collarbones, like bruises or bitemarks. Fresh.)