Where were they? Sarah frowned internally, it was unlike Jeff not to turn up. Knowing Chris he was probably behind her, as for Alice... Well. Alice had the most intriguing ability to be in places where it was most interesting for her to be. The Rogue made a mental note to pester her about it later. After all, it'd been months since she'd spoken to the A.I directly, the meeting arrangements aside. It had been longer still since she'd last seen Aigis, a fact that seemed etched under skin. She felt almost as if she had to watch out for her. Some parent she would've made.
The rough clatter of glass shattered her contemplation, a surprised McFarlen staring at the drink on her table in shock. She scanned the room, trying to locate the purchaser. Nearly everyone had their eyes on some form of PDA or another, save the knife-wielding woman and her compatriot, and the only other patron that seemed to share Sarah's dress sense on this occasion. A slight red tinge, a few shades short of the dress, entered her cheeks when she realised that the white-suited man was still looking at her. In her profession staring usually meant one of two things.
Neither was particularly polite.
The girl shrugged self-consciously, her lithe shoulders rising ever so slightly beneath the fabric. Still, it looked like he'd bought her something. Not that she had any intentions of drinking it. A few weeks amongst the Rogues was enough to put any sane individual off liquor for a long time. Sarah returned the man's gaze, touching her fingers to the brim of an invisible hat in a mock salute, before returning her gaze to a suddenly fascinating knot in the table.
For all the world, the Bretonian may as well have been absent.
