Gina chuckled, as this just increased the oddity of the mental picture she was painting of her partner. British, rich, highly educated, drinking Guinness and reading the financial news. She imagined he'd be tall, a little on the thin side, dark hair... maybe glasses. Part of her brain even wanted to put a tweed suit on him, but she snorted at herself, nodding to Maggie.<br/><br/>"I'll take a jaunt over there, then, and see if I can't track him down." A man sitting alone in a pub reading the paper... couldn't be too difficult to find him, she decided as she headed out into the cold, bundling up against the wind as she hurried around the corner to the bar.