"That's it precisely. As far as you're concerned, we're glued together," Alicia firmly nodded. "And what sort of strange are you, exactly?"
Waving to someone she knew, Alicia shrugged off her jacket and draped it over her arm.
"I meant questionable women, but I'll keep the men away from you, too," she joked. Glancing around the pub, she surveyed the seating options. "I want to sit at a booth," she decided, heading toward a small two-person one.