Trish's eyes widen when the woman offers to give her her contact information. From a hit to a contact, in the space of a day? Just like the job, it's almost too good to be true... but at least the woman was honestly acknowledging that she had the courier under her thumb. And after today, the little bit of honesty goes a long way.<br/><br/>So much so that she actually smiles when the woman references the little "display" she'd put on before running towards the bar, and nods at the woman's suggestion of drinks.<br/><br/>"I have a hard time seeing anything wrong with a bottle of creme liqueur. That and a pot of coffee, and you've got yourself the start of a good night..." She grins and scoots back in the chair, setting the half-eaten chinese dish back on the woman's desk. "Though I can take the scotch too, if you're partial..."