It was always tough attempting to come up with new disguises when your hair was a bright auburn mess, and half your face was split open. Nowadays, it was too risky to go out in public, as at least one person would recognise her. Yet, she still managed. Today, she was covered in black all over. Taking on the appearance of a mourner, she covered her usual clothes with a long black dress, her hands covered with elbow length gloves, and her head covered by a dark veil. No one questioned her as she walked through the streets- from the way she changed her posture and clasped her hands together, she looked like someone who had just left a funeral. She caught the sight of the restaurant she had been looking for, and made a beeline for it. Once inside, the first thing she could hear was a voice coming from the kitchens, too loud and obvious to be a chef. She shook her head to herself, before taking a seat at an empty table. Some customers gave her an odd glance, but still didn't dare to approach her. Luckily, there had been a funeral at the church nearby that day, so her costume was believable to those who didn't have a clue who she was. She looked around under the veil, using only her eyes- she was looking for a fake door. Not wanting to draw attention to her aims, she went through all the things that could hide a room behind. Seeing a possibility, she gave a fake stifled sob. Luckily, the door she had in her line of sight was inside a corridor, so it wouldn't give the whole plot away when she opened it. Some strangers gave her another odd look, then went back to eating. She stood up and ran out- or so it seemed. She burst through the fake door, her predictions correct, and immediately closed it behind her. She now found herself in another room, set out like a posh bar. She pulled the veil off her head happily, giving out a relieved sigh. It was starting to get very hot underneath it, but the risk of removing was too high. Glancing around, she spotted a fox smoking a cigar, seated at a table. She sauntered over to him, grinning. "I take it I'm in the right place. Otherwise God forbid what I have just walked onto."