Sally laughed softly. "Well, I hope I won't have to rely on you too often." She watched the men go and sighed softly. "It's really not their fault, honestly. They're used to... a different version of me. I'm sure the Sally they knew would have been much more excited to see them."
She turned her attention to the pub he gestured to. Sally Anne was not much of a drinker. She'd dabbled in a few wine coolers, but only one or two, and she had certainly never been drunk. "Oh. Well, I suppose one drink wouldn't hurt." Besides, in the event that those men turned around, she could at least be heading into the pub with him.