[Goodness, what must be in that drink, if one cup's got her like this already. Lara smiles kindly, bobbing her head in an easygoing nod of assent. It would be hard for her to turn down a few drinks with a cute woman like this. Maybe it was because she could relate? It hadn't been but a few years ago she'd been that sheltered, country girl fresh in London after seventeen years in Surrey, mostly on the Croft Manor grounds. Sure she'd taken some expeditions elsewhere, but a flight from Heathrow wasn't quite the same as spending time in the city.

She'd had Sam with her, back then. Her dorm-mate, bright eyed and experienced. And this girl had nobody. A part of her knew, deep down, that she was a alone. That she was dead, cold in the ground and that meant she could use all the friends she could get. Lara nodded again, huffing a laugh and slipping an arm around Felicia's shoulder.]

Of course, love. And never you mind this...Miss business. Call me Lara. And your next drink's on me.

[She took another sip of her own brew, feeling it go straight to her head. Boy, tonight was going to be interesting.]

D'you like pretzels, Felicia? Or would you prefer some rice crackers?