For a split moment, her eyes fell upon the figure at the bar as he sat surveying the crowd then moved any time her glance was caught by any in the area. Her pouty pink lips moved to the rim of her glass as she looked away, welcoming the water to her parched throat as it poured down, cold crisp and satisfying. Looking about once more her eyes went to the doorway as if she were expecting someone but obviously did not see what she was looking for by the thin frown on her face. Grabbing the barkeep as he passed, she quietly asked for a different drink then quietly sat waiting.