Glancing up, she placed the face before the rest of her mind caught up. It came quickly though, a woman who handled herself impressively well in the arenas. Solidly places in De's "wary" mental file.

But this wasn't the arena, and she was rarely unhappy to see a cute girl in the bar. Grinning, she lifted a hand in greeting.

"Cinderella, right? Not out too late are you?"

Ok, but how could she resist? You didn't run into a chick named Cinderella ever day.