Merlyn rarely visited bars. She had never had a drop of alcohol when she was alive. And after she died, she couldn't interact with the physical world, not in that way. She didn't crave it, not in the same way she wanted ice cream or birthday cake, the things of childhood that she could remember enjoying before everything went wrong. Mitchell's pub had caught her attention because she was hoping to 'accidentally' run into his wife, the only other dead woman she'd spoken to on the island. She was lonely, especially after spending a few days in Gail's body.
Merlyn disappeared from her apartment, appearing in the bar with a white light glowing around her. The glow disappeared as she looked around. She didn't spot Annie, but she did see a man by himself, spinning around on his chair. Perhaps he was bored and in need of conversation. She gave a friendly smile. "Hello."