M- walks through the bar with a certain level of interest, her gaze ranging over the bar like it's some new oddity she hadn't ever dealt with before. Which is wrong. She realizes she's been to these kinds of bars before for various purposes. The gazes which range from an unfriendly interest to too much interest never manage to touch her. There's nothing for them to cling for on her.

She flashes Ellen a warm smile, but leaves the talking to Blade. It's his world and his lingo. She's just along for the ride, much like in the car. Until she catches that Ellen is forcing an actual date on Blade, and her eyes actually twinkle. Ever more out of place, but not giving a damn.

"I'll have the same, though don't give me the shite that would be better used for paint thinner. You're obviously a woman of sufficient taste to know the difference." An Irish brogue rolls off her tongue, and despite the soft tone of her words, they carry well.