Re: Main Dining Room (bar)
"Not the first or the last," she replied. Still she started up a slow clap for the tattooed man before clasping her hands in her lap again.
With a shake of her head, she said, "No, I'm just thinking out loud. I might have had too much already." Which was odd as she'd barely sipped at one glass of wine. Something else was at play here and at another time, she wouldn't have liked it. For right now it was shoved aside as she mused onwards. "No, but we don't always hide because we want to. Necessity."