[ lissa shrinks against max because wow she does not look like she fits into this place, nose wrinkling delicately against the smoke, eyes watering. absently she wonders if they cater to vampires, gums tingling from having smelled the remains of whomever was in the trunk of lillian's car. her eyes sweep around the bar (spot 21), but she only nods in agreement with helen's assessment. ]
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