Heather's sitting at a table, outside one of the classier pubs in the Fire district. She knows a newbie when she sees one. Well, no reason to be unprofessional, now is there?

"Hello, darling, lost?" She asks, sipping her wine.

She's a young looking thing, at least. And smells somewhat like some sort of hospital soap, if he gets close enough. But there's something ancient about her eyes....