She separated from Roman and Zale, walking along the walls of the room, looking over the stands and the attendees. Of the three, she was the most poorly disguised, her bow and quiver, wrapped in sheets sticking out like sore thumbs. A group passed by, the word 'vigilante' easy to decipher, their label of her.

Well, it wasn't exactly a mystery.

[ open to any, and if your character wouldn't stop her, then you can assume she has stopped in front of a food booth ]