Eve nodded at the redheaded woman on her other side when she offered up her name and caught the bartender's eye, holding up her mug and indicating she would have another. "Eve Geller." She offered in response, nodding to Artyom as well when he offered his name. He was in deed Russian, in both accent and name, it sounded. When the man-boy made a point of nodding that one of the numbers was indeed his, she pulled her phone back and added his name to the unknown number in her contacts, so she would know when they were sent a group text again who she was being tied into it with. Her arms folded over the other on the table she continued listening to her companions, nodding as Artyom and Maeve at least seemed to have some of the pieces to the missing puzzle that was the night's events before.<br/><br/>Then Artyom mentioned something 'weird happening' that morning, the former cop frowned a little, the calculating look in her face she often wore when she was staring at a crime scene that she was piecing together. "Not anything particularly weird to me... I broke the handle of my medicine cabinet... lost my temper a bit..." She offered, indicating the wrapped knuckles of her hand as she plastered on a smile and thanked the person who brought her a fresh mug and the shot glass full to the brim with dark brown liqueur. Without preamble, Eve dumped the Kahula in her coffee mug and gave it a stir with the spoon from her previous one, not bothering with the sweetener packets on the table already.<br/><br/>Her eyes met the oriental-looking woman's eyes as she and the other woman seemed to be considering the same thing. The weird behavior that had overtaking the other woman earlier and sent her scampering off to the bathrooms with a flushed expression on her face. "Yeah, stuff... but I think what you're referring to might be more personal... I mean that guy was a total creeper." Eve offered, trying to offer the woman a line to get out of the hole she was digging herself into, flicking her eyes meaningfully at the other two. Maeve at least appeared to be older than the oriental woman and would most likely take the meaning behind Eve's tone. "As for the elusive Mister Wells, I didn't seek him out. I put out a line of questioning to an 'uncle' of mine... and I was told to be ready when the van came." She brought the warm mug to her lips and took a long sip again, relishing the feel of the temperature's slight burn and the alcohol's warming influence.