Morgause has made herself get out and circulate more, even though the cold and the city is wearing on her patience a bit. She's a little angry at the fact that the things she wants to do are taking so long; rather than sit and brood, however, she's left her scrying in the apartment and taken herself deeper into the city in search of people, talk, and probably a drink.
She'd been at the bar for a little while, when the redhead caught her eye. So she ordered another drink, shifted in her seat at the bar to watch a while.