She waved her hand lightly. "My reputation here is probably better than I deserve.  I was mostly a good girl before I walked the Pattern.  Well, maybe less than 'mostly', but for a palace brat not too bad."<br/><br/>"But I suppose you need some rest and I need some food.  If you're looking for me, I'll either be in my quarters, or at the Sauced Duckling - if I haven't been summoned, of course."  The Sauced Duckling was an old favorite of Anne's, a respectable enough eating and drinking place, somewhere between the fine food and delicate decorum of the high nobles, yet quite a few steps above a loud and boistrous tavern.  She had taken to calling it the Saucy Duckling for the owner's tendency to hire cute and fiesty women and handsome men for the waitstaff.<br/><br/>(OOC: Please feel free to take it away with your own interpretation of the place if desired, it may have changed in the past years, after all).<br/><br/>She'll pause to hear Karloff's reply and bid him a good nap before turning and going.