Canary and Open
While the food, limited though it was in its variation, all looked delicious, Dinah didn't take any of it. With her throat as raw as it was, she wasn't prepared to eat anything more solid than pudding and instead preferred to take her medicine in liquid pain form-- i.e. whatever alcohol the bar was willing to give her. It probably didn't help much that the Jagermeister that she'd been given tasted pretty much exactly like medicine and burned all the way down. After a couple more of them though, she really wasn't going to care much about the taste or the pain.
With the warm weather restored- and this being a celebration- Dinah had returned to wearing a version of her mother's strapless costume, complete with leather jacket.
She was just leaving the bar, looking for anyone else she might recognize...