Where there was good alcohol, there was Garin. Of course, he was an admitted snob about it -- though that really couldn't be helped. Grow up in France, become a wine snob. Become a wine snob, the rest falls into place. Or at least, that was how it'd gone for him.
He looked up from where he sat at a table, caught sight of Daisy walking in, and promptly swore. If he got decked again, he was seriously going to start asking about whether or not her people could just put together a welcome manual or something.
Though getting assaulted by new arrivals from her world was something he was pretty much used to at this point. Assaulted or harassed. It wasn't every time, but it was enough. Except the look on her face was sad enough that he wasn't sure what she'd do, notice him or just concentrate on getting a drink.