Danny noticed Oscar about the same time he noticed her, roughly ten seconds after a tipsy woman brushed past, her thoughts a mixture of confusion and affront. She put two and two together and grinned at the man.
"Oscar Clements! How's it going?" she said brightly, tempted to ask if it had been a rough day at work, but putting the notion aside. If the pathologist wanted to talk about his day in the lab, he could do so without any prompting from her, Danny decided.
Danny clambered onto a bar stool and signaled to the bartender for a beer.