The question of what to drink was a difficult one - Faye enjoyed many kinds of drinks, but wanted to have some impression of being pretty and sophisticated for her date. Faye glances behind the bar then back to Graverobber with a smile, "A white wine would be great."

Faye then removed her coat and hung it over the back of her chair. She sits up, all good posture, watching the room while her fingers - nails newly painted in crimson - tap at her bare knees. Dates are not in her comfort zone.