"Otis." Finally a name. It was a hell of a lot more than she'd had on arriving, so she counted it as a win. "Well, who hasn't had more than few bad turns in life. Had plenty of 'em myself." Diane fiddled with her glass for a moment, rubbing at the condensation with her fingers. Suddenly she was nervous. One step closer to finding Amy. "Do you know him? Otis, I mean." It would help even more if Leof could help her get her foot in the door.<br/><br/>At that point, the guy who'd just sat down spoke up. Diane bit her lip and had to wonder at how frequent out of towners showed up at this place. "Diane, I'm from out of town. Leof's local though." She shot a quick grin at Leof, hoping he wouldn't mind too much that she'd spoken up for him.