She is glad that he doesn't press her, but once she saw who it was she had suspected that would be the case. Adelaide has seen O'Brien around the shelter, chatted with him any number of times, and considering the job he holds Thomas has spoken of him as well. Thomas has always thought that O'Brien isn't near "dignified" enough for his position, which only makes Adelaide suspect she likes him more. People without sticks up their assess are always her preferred.
She reaches back, drops her pair of flats down into the box to serve as the paperweight. She slips Rodeo's letter back into the box in the same motion as well, preferring that they don't get attention, and then lifts her bottle.
"Drink?" she asks. "Least I can offer since I'm occupying the best brooding space in the city."
It also occurs to her, through the vague fog of alcohol, that if anybody would know how to get in touch with the Dog King it would be one of Austin's top cops. But she can work her way around to that.
She manages a smile, all too used to shoving unwieldy emotions back into the dark where they belong. "I never did get into prison shows," she says. "Always liked stories that could never really happen. Like Game of Thrones - think of that. All that killing, and not a damn one of them ever sat on that ugly throne. I guess if any of those actors is still alive, they win it now," she muses.