Eve let her hard gaze linger on the man until he looked away from them and suppressed an amused chuckle at her companion's ripping up of the paper with his number on it. "You're welcome, I suppose, but you could have kept his number if he's your type. You just look like you're having a rough morning... and I can relate." She said, bringing the mug to her mouth again and taking a large swallow of the boozy caffeinated beverage, wincing at the heat as it slightly burned her mouth and the back of her throat. "Yeah, I think I remember your face a bit, but I can't put a name with it for the life of me, no offense. Having a rough morning of my own." The dark haired former cop noticed the woman's hand leaving the table, but she didn't think much of it until her companion's expression seemed to suddenly change and she got up to leave. "Well okay, is everything o-"<br/><br/>Eve looked around the speakeasy after her companion moaned aloud and made a beeline for the restrooms. She was a little disquieted at the strange departure and was a little put at that when the oriental-looking woman returned to the general vicinity, she went to the bar and studiously looked like she didn't even want to look at Eve. But not long after another familiar face, but yet without a name in her mind entered the speakeasy and seemed to recognize her, angling towards the booth. Eve waved a hand at the  seat across from her graciously. "Go ahead... I don't know if our other<i>companion</i>will be coming back to the seat anytime soon..." She wrinkled her nose at the smell of cigarette smoke when it wafted toward her from Maeve; it was fresh, the Irish woman must have just sucked one down. She didn't judge her for smoking, but the smell was very distinct to nonsmokers. "This morning isn't rough on just me it seems." She observed aloud, her voice pitched so only the oriental-looking woman and the Irish woman could hear her as she lifted her mug to her mouth.<br/><br/>Eve settled further into the back of the booth's leather, taking a small amount of comfort in the premium covering as she sipped her warm drink. She noted that the other woman at the bar, maybe motivated to not look like bait for another man Eve had dissuaded earlier took her glass of water and returned to the booth to sit down as well. She lifted her mug in silent toast to her companions, thinking about the sometimes vivid and sometimes blurry memory of the previous day.