Tenzin

The woman who opens the Door to Milliways pauses, blinks a moment. She LOOKS maybe 40 years old, but she's lived a lot more than that. On the one hand, you don't survive this many decades of conflict with people who are generally some combination of smarter, faster, stronger, and tougher than you without developing a healthy sense of paranoia. On the OTHER hand, a pub showing up where a pub shouldn't be isn't even in the top ten of the weirdest things to have ever happened to her.

Annabelle Newfield shrugs, then saunters through the Door and into Milliways. The Galatea blew up less than a month ago and the fallout from THAT mess means she desperately needs a drink.

A helpful pamphlet pups up on the Bar top as she takes a seat. "Sapient huh? It tracks. Whiskey on the rocks please, Darling. I've spent the last three days wrangling a brand new thirteen year old pyrokinetic more than half terrified out of his mind, and I could use it."

(OOC: I am resetting Annabelle Newfield, so this is her first time in Bar. I'm also smashing the various editions of her canon together like a kid with action figures for her background, just FYI)