"Started without you, too," Essery said with a laugh, kissing her brother's cheek before she hopped onto the barstool and waved for the bartender. "Just in a better place," she finished, winking, then ordering a beer before she turned back to him. "Isn't this place a little quiet for you?"
She had obviously spent a day out in London - she was dressed in jeans with a few rips, and a Sex Pistols tee that looked as if it were authentically a few decades old. Plus, she had an oversized purse that her shopping bags were miniaturized and shoved into. She only had a few more weeks to act normal, after all.