"Cor, thas disappointin, though my thanks regardless for the information." Garrick would watch the hooded blighter leave the tavern, pondering the chance of proper coin with some sort of interest. Of course, fancy white might be gone if he waited too long, but the drink did taste mighty good, and the company wasn't half bad. "A bit longer here, the blodger can wait for a bit, lest his charmin suitor wants him the bad way, as tends to be." Garrick would sip at the drink as he returned his gaze to the bartender, the proper flow of alcohol making it easier to think than damned sobriety. "I means to ask, whas a pretty one like yourself doin in a tavern, servin folk?<br/>Way's I figured, other opportunities must 'ave been present."