She smiled. "My drink can wait. It doesn't look like your friend over there can." She inclined her head slightly towards the man struggling with the drunk. "And I'm Amy."<br/><br/>She leaned forward over the bar and grinned. "I want him tucked into bed with a coffee. And then, I'll have a brandy. It's absolutely freezing out there. And I don't suppose there's a bed for the night, is there?"<br/><br/>Her cheeks were still pink from the cold, as was her nose. She slid her heavy woolen coat down her arms and looked at him. "And somewhere to put this? Sorry. I'm tripping over myself here. Don't even ask me why..." She forced a smile, feeling silly.