Arriving at the tavern Misha described late enough to have missed everyone as they met and left for more private places with assorted company, Linda scans the tavern's customers to no avail. For a lack of evidence suggesting she was in fact the last to arrive so far, she slumps into a chair at an empty table. After taking a minute to work out some lingering frustration rubbing the bridge of her nose and letting out an exasperated sigh, Linda flags down a waitress for a drink.