This was, to Panam's hope, a date. A badly tossed out one that she hadn't really thought about, but considering her other alternative had been waffling over the idea of maybe asking V out for another beer it was one she was rolling with. Who'd ever think looking like she had put all her clothes on a terrible laundry cycle and throwing around fire would work out for her?
At least, hopefully work out for her. She missed Saul. He'd be able to tell her, or she could at least talk at him, and he could offer another really obvious thing she was doing. He was the entire reason she'd worked out she liked V, after all and sure maybe she hadn't been terribly subtle about it, but she'd also not noticed herself either until it had been pointed out to her. It's why they worked so well together, her and Saul. He could be the one with the obvious opinion, and she could be the one who looked into the future.
But if she let herself miss him, miss the family, she'd not get anywhere, so she picked up her jacket and made her way to V's place. It still felt like a betrayal, wearing all red and white and not the Alcecaldos colors, but she pushed it away as best she could. She resorted to texting when she got there, rather than knocking because she didn't think V would appreciate her door being on fire.