Hestia was perfectly content with her pint now. Tom had refilled her glass a few times, but the shot glass remained empty next to her ale. The firewhiskey burned pleasantly down her throat at first, but it made her eyes sting unpleasantly and the burn lingered a bit too long for her taste. All in all, she was slightly less aware of the large crowd around her and the buzz of the alcohol was beginning to mute her emotions a bit.
She quietly nursed her drink until another stranger approached her table. He smiled at her, and Hestia quickly returned the gesture despite the uneasy feeling in her stomach. Perhaps that was just the alcohol. The man seemed familiar, but she'd probably just seen him about the hospital, a lot of people came through everyday.