Valerie hadn't even tried to explain to Misha that she had no control over the bar's name, but after seeing the lace she saw it befitted it well. She had already read the map description, and while she was certain the place wasn't getting four stars in restaurant atmosphere, they were still getting a little farther from Dan and going to be fed.

"We'll be fine as long as we don't try to order anything alcoholic," Valerie said, waving her hand impatiently. "Besides, we're here for the food, not the ambiance. If somebody gets a little too familiar with us, I'll flip them right out the window...and I guess, Danny will give them a stern talking to."

She glanced at Danny and grinned so he knew she was just joking with him. She knew the place was out of their comfort zone, but at the moment she wanted to take a break from the heat herself.

Walking in, she was happy to see that it was dark enough to be private and not half as bad as the outside. The tapestry left her awestruck, and while the people didn't look friendly, it wasn't an entirely picking a fight unfriendliness. If anything, Valerie would have said it mirrored them more them (well, she and Danny) more than anything: move in silently, eat politely, leave unnoticed. In Valerie's opinion, she could wait until they got outside again to be social. In the meantime, she could eat and admire the walls.

"Well, I guess we better start ordering," Valerie said, faking a sunny disposition.