Make herself comfortable.
Okay then.
Cautiously, skittish as a wild animal-- which in most respects she was-- Asta crept after Grizzly into the tavern. She shivered as eyes swiveled to watch her enter, ducking her head forward so her hair fell over her face.
It didn't do much to cover the rest of her unclothed form, but she didn't pay much mind to that. Why would she?
Hesitantly, she climbed up onto the stool next to the hunter, shoulders hunched and eyes flicking around warily. She didn't know this place, these people, but she knew what most of them were. Hunters, like her strangely new-found companion. Some of them may have even seen her flitting through the woods near their town, a pale shadow that the locals simply called Ghost.