"Calm down, don't make a scene, pretend the archaic is up to date, and for the love of your father's ashes don't tell the first person you see how they died in many timelines, again! Also pretend you're meeting someone for the first time." Miku mentally reminded herself as she approached the front desk and tried to listen to reception before the repetitive behavior seemed to get to her. This was not the first time she joined Fairy Tail, and she long since gave up hope that it would be the last.
Brushing off the front desk service she walked passed them towards the bar groaning. "Just get an Ace and tell them I'm at the bar. Don't tell Kensho I'm here." She said as she brushed them off and approached the bar sitting down. She pulled out a roll of Jewels denoted in tens from her pocket, in singles as she put it down on the counter and looked towards the bartender. "I'll take a glass of the finest wine this gets me." She said trying to compose herself as she was once again shaking off the disorientation. The feeling she gets every time she starts over with Fairy Tail is like she walked into the remains of her childhood home and was considered an enemy, while someone danced on her grave. However each time it happened it was more in more like ripping off a bad band aid, quicker but painful, and another reminder of the injury itself.
For the moment she wanted to remain in a low cover, able to watch her father, her mother, but she was ultimately worried about her father finding her and confusing her for her mother, which has been done a few times in various timelines. She and her mother unfortunately shared a lot of traits, aside from the fact that her mother's clock eye is permanent, one would almost assume they were one in the same with a similar aura, combat style, and in few cases similar reactions to situations. "This is going to be intense..." She whispered to herself.