There is a short looking red haired woman sitting at the bar. There is a drink within easy reach that she has been sipping off of during her little stay in Ten Forward today. She has been ignoring as best she can ow other people smell.

She does hear Bigby however so she pauses glancing up from the note book she had casually been writing in.

"Ya know," she drawls turning slightly in her seat. "That's pretty much exactly what I said pard... ya new here?"

She takes one really good look at him and blinks. There is something about him that the young werewolf just can't really place. Just that something is pinging against her senses a bit but she can't be bothered to worry about that.