Oh no, of course not. I can think of few people I'd be more comfortable to have seen walk up.

[ She's ordering bottle service here. Fucking anything else, even if she can't taste it, she can still get a little drunk on the wine, right? Hell, that just means she can order the cheap stuff. ... ... the moderately cheap stuff she can't present an image of being trashy. Either way, she's going to go and do that with Wesker and then take a cab home and then... snuggle with her cats in bed? Yeah, she's more or less the cat lady anyway so.

Fuck it.

That said, she's not showing most of that despair in her seat, instead just wryly if tiredly smiling. ]

It's odd to be at dinner when it's all tasteless.