Ro: OPEN
When choosing for herself, Ro usually ordered elaborate cocktails with unexpected ingredients and beautiful presentation. But the point of tonight was not to be herself. Something flowery would give the game away.
She ordered a pint, the kind of thing Freddie's accent begged for. Then, glass in hand she turned and surveyed the room. Events like this often made good hunting but she hd no sensation of attraction. Ro felt the loss and it was an odd blank sort of feeling but almost relaxing not to feel that pull for once.