Next time. If Alistair were honest, she wouldn’t mind a next time. Or to see Jayati in a dress, though she would imagine that the woman would stand out just as she did now in her jeans and leather jacket and rough edges, not because she didn’t belong, but because she was striking in her own way. Out of place here, certainly, but a vision against Veritas’ twinkling backdrop, nonetheless. Alistair ordered a glass of water with lemon, which is what she came out to do initially. She wasn’t averse to alcohol, but she never drank before a performance.
“There’s a first time for everything,” she said softly. After the bartender came back with their drinks, she thanked them, turning back to Jayati before taking a sip. This would be the first time then, that she would be seeing her as a performer and not a Bridge Guard, two vastly different sides of her. What would she think of this one? Alistair ignored the strange flutter in her stomach. “Mm, but I still have to get ready.” She had some time, though, there was no need for her to rush off, and she hadn’t forgotten that Jayati came to see her for a reason. She set her glass down, curiosity rolling over her calm expression.