The name of the game was consistency. It was for this reason that Mindy had taken to a few bars the past few days. It was a heavy time, and people were taking out their frustrations in various ways: screaming, yelling, rebellion bound to end in pain and yes, even drinking. It was a calculated thing for her since the beginning, back to when her dad had been training her.

"Intoxication is a way of dulling the senses babydoll," he explained the day he had her imbue several shots of Jack straight. The result was her in the toilet, straining to hear a lesson she;d already had seared into her. "If you have to do it, don't let the other guy know how little you let it affect you. In a den of scum, they'll take you for weak. Let them. If they never see the knife coming, why not play along?"

So she waited, she drank and balanced with water carefully. She let her eyes haze over, she swayed slightly and waited.

Found him. Carlos. The man who had helped in trying to free Ian the last time. A plan in vain, but she had remembered.

"Can I buy you a drink?" She said, offering a half lidded smile. "It's been a heavy few days for everyone. Sure that you need it."