[Lara took another deep breath, holding the obviously confused and definitely perplexing woman against her. Strange how this evening has turned out, but you always wind up befriending the odd ones she thought. There was something about this woman she just liked. Maybe it was a sign, or maybe it was just having someone so obviously comfortable with her, or some long buried protective instinct tugging at her. It hardly mattered in the end, she wanted to make sure she had help and perhaps a little selfishly be the person who helped.

Getting involved with her is probably a mistake, Lara she tells herself, but you always do wind up meddling.

Taking the second drink, she downed a long sip of it, feeling the burn of whiskey on her tongue. Some sort of high ball? Strong enough to grease the wheels for sure, but not too rough.]

Of course, Felicia. I mean, have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?

[Fingers gently stroking the maid's (?) shoulder, Lara leaned against her, the leather of her jacket creaking slightly as she shifted. Part of her had to admit, there was some appeal to taking Felicia home. Even if it was just to rest. And it'd give her a chance to sober up someplace safe, instead of wandering around on her own. ]

I really just have to count myself lucky to be in a bar full of the blind.

[Perhaps a little cheesy, but she's trying to shake off the rust, and picking up anyone without Sam around? That's as new an experience for her as the city is to Felicia. She's hoping for a laugh, though.]