Dressed in dark clothing, a near-black leather jacket over a sturdy dark grey shirt. Pants of Imperial fashion, dark grey and with plenty of versatility for the rigors of the outdoors of many planets. Kristal stepped into Shadows, concealing her identity by appearing rather... normal. Comparative to the usual armored robes she now wore. With dark black gloves she placed her hands onto a counter and ordered a quick drink.
Sitting at the bar, the tender came back with her bright liquid that was vibrant against the backdrop of darkness and colors that made up the Shadow's club. Turned out toward the dancers she watched as she sat there and tended her drink. For a while the Empire didn't need her.