"Same." When her hand was freed she reached for her whiskey and downed the rest of it. When the barman looked over to them, she raised her glass a bit and gave him a nod. She could already tell it was going to be one of those nights where she wouldn't be able to sleep without a quite a few good drinks under her belt.<br/><br/>Diane turned back to Leof – and what a strange name that was – and shrugged. "He doesn't know I'm comin' really, doesn't even know me. I was just told he'd be here." She glanced back down at his wrist, wanting to get a closer look at his tattoo. It had caught her eye mostly because she had a few of her own and she liked hearing the stories behind the ink. "Local as far as I know. And as for distinguishing features, I was told he has a pretty nasty scar running down the side of his face. Tall, long hair, goatee."<br/><br/>Her drink was set down in front of her and she knocked back half of it, enjoying the simple burn of the alcohol down her throat. She was relaxing again, losing some of the skittish wariness from before; though she was still alert to everything around her. There was another guy at the bar now, not bad on the eyes and looking as out of place here as she felt. Looked like this was the place to be then, given the amount of customers, if she wanted to find her guy.