"Fuck if I know. She offered me a drink, though. Free booze is free booze, right?" Plum immediately rolled her eyes, landing them on her drink. She brought the beverage to her lips, licking them, "I guess I understand." Her voice was full of false sweetness, a pursed smirk on her lips as she looked directly at Ghost once more. She was clearly pissed for some reason or another, though she couldn't seem to figure it out herself as to what it was. Seeing that girl had triggered something within her she didn't understand. Ghost so casually leaning forward, giving just enough attention to the girl to receive a few more drinks. Or so he said was his motive. Either way, the attention that was being paid to the girl was highly inappropriate---though Plum had a hard time coming up with as to why it would be inappropriate. Ghost was a single man. He had no obligation to anyone.<br/><br/>Plum was yanked out of her thoughts as she heard Ghost give a sigh, looking back at her, "Meeting a target, Plum?" She didn't answer, but rather gestured to her empty glass. Ghost seemed to be amused, raising his hand and signaling for another drink for the both of them. Once the drinks were set in front of them, she took a sip and began to answer Ghost's inquiry, "Fennel Jaminson. Been a real pest lately. Enough for someone to call me, anyway. I left that info on your desk." Plum always left info behind for Ghost to have. He had requested that when she had first started working at PM. He had wanted to be able to track her and she had no problems allowing it. If she didn't want to be found, she simply wouldn't.<br/><br/>"Why are you here?" she finally asked. Ghost wasn't someone she knew to go out much more than necessary. To go to a bar without anyone else was...strange...at least to her mind. But perhaps she just didn't know Ghost as well as she thought. That was always a possibility.