Amelia needed to get out of her room and talk to people. While staying lost in her own little world was okay most of the time, loneliness was settling in again. Going back to Mitchell's pub sounded good to her--a pub had alcohol and people, both of which would help with her dim mood.
She sat down across a table from the first interesting-looking person she saw there, trying not to look like she was here for company--just sitting down somewhere, idly checking her phone.