[ Asra pads nimbly back the way they'd come-- through the shabby mirror and into the hotel's equally shabby hallway-- and gives his hair a toss, smoothing his shirt, before resuming the path toward the stairwell, taking them two at a time. He grins back over his shoulder, ]

This place, it's a little... maybe even a lot.. like that shady tavern back home. It's called the Smog Cutter, and is...

[ He waggled a hand, ]

You know. The lower element, and within staggering-distance of the rooms here in the Down. When I first came and was in a hard way for it, I used to be able to make some easy pocket money or free drinks with knife tricks.