Nightclubs weren't really the kind of scene that Illyana tended to visit. She was the kind of partial to a good bar, even if she didn't go in with the intentions of getting piss ass drunk. Even now the reason she was here because the magical energies in the city pointed her towards this as being one of the many locations that the leak from Limbo might be. She had been waiting for a breakthrough and now she was hoping she was getting it. Of course, it amused her that with the very real threat of aliens, the humans were still so eager to have their fun. They really had no concept of danger, did they?
So no, she wasn't here to make friends or to find the company of a man. If she wanted the company of a man then she would just go and find one. It wasn't like she needed to be that picky about it, either. It seemed like men were all too eager to try and have their way with her. It was probably because of the way that she dressed. She wasn't ashamed of her body or her sexuality. In all honesty though, she would probably rip most men apart metaphorically.
And sometimes literally too.
She walked into the club, looking around as she spied the various women that were trying so desperately to find male companionship. She tried not to snort at how desperate they looked. How pathetic.
She was set apart from the other women in the club, however. She may not be quite as old as they were, but there was a dangerous air about her. She was the queen of Limbo. She demanded a certain kind of respect and no one was going to take that away from her. Even the men that might be interested in her seemed to keep a healthy distance away from her, even though she was scantily clad in a leather outfit that really didn't leave much to the imagination. She found a random booth and sat down in it, leaning against the cushions as she looked around, her piercing blue eyes watching everyone around her.
Why was she here? She had her reasons. She needed to gather information and this seemed like the place to do it. There was a chance that she might run into someone that might know who she was, and if that was the case, then the night would get more interesting. Until then, she was going to sit back and watch and listen as people gossiped. It was amazing how easily you could get information that way.
She didn't realize that she had sat down in someone else's booth, however.