Hey, Kate! Hey, Kate! You wanna get a drink? Sure, she'd said, like an idiot, not knowing that get a drink was code for "Rosenberg wants us staking out this guy's haunt". If she'd known that, she might not have dressed up so much. Might have decided on her usual jeans and a vest top combination instead of the sleek, form fitting romper she'd been saving for a night to forget how shit her job is.

But she didn't. So here she is, in this random bar in the city — which she's never actually been to, at least not while sober enough to remember — searching out some random guy who probably hasn't done shit other than be unfortunate enough to pop up on Rosenberg's radar. At least the bar does some good drinks, and she drains the last of her Screwdriver before returning to the bar, leaning over to get the bartender's attention and brushing past...

Well, her target, apparently. She tucks loose pink hair behind her ear as she settles against the wooden bar, catching sight of the guy out of the corner of her eye and stopping in her tracks.

"Hey, what d'you want?" repeats the bartender and it shakes her out of the distraction.

"Anythin'," she finally answers, and the guy bites back a glower. "Beer's fine."

More importantly—

"You look familiar." She very nearly scoffs at herself for that one. Christ.