The Eagle is open to all, LIERS and natives, submissives and dominants. But the nature of what is discussed within these walls makes SIN Guards an unwelcome sight. Thankfully she's only a trainee, and not in uniform, so knowledge of her new affiliation isn't widely known, yet. When it is, Jacob may have to ask her not to come to his legitimate businesses, at least by the front entrance.

Jacob is easy to spot- he's still favouring those old-fashioned style clothes, the dark embroidered waistcoat over a white shirt. He still wears the same sort of trousers, the same big boots. Even if she wasn't familiar with his face, with his eyepatch, if someone asked you to point out the Victorian in the room, you could do it.

He nods a greeting to her, and reaches for a bottle kept under the bar. There's a little nook, just off to one side, closed off by panels that go from floor to ceiling, which make it a little room, private to the rest of the bar. He leads her in there, closing the door behind them.

"Thought it better to talk here," He says, sitting down on the bench seat on one side of the table, letting her sit opposite him on the other, or sit next to him if she likes. "Three months goes by quickly, doesn't it?"