All she had wanted was a quiet drink to clear her head. Maybe she'd just have one to be polite and slip out early, go to the firing range or something to shoot off a load of bullets through a cardboard target. That'd be satisfying. She liked Eggsy but the last week of her life had been hell.
"Gin and tonic, to start, thanks..." she muttered, catching his flickering gaze. Not wanting to explain, she just sagged down in a stool and tossed her keys on the bar with a clink. "Probably shouldn't be drinking anything since I'm still bloody breastfeeding a baby..." she grumbled.