Lanky, tall Nathan Wournos, holding a small pink flower, between his fingers, against his face. For the smallest pause, right after giving her that expectation, patient look, like she should know better, that somethings were more important. Which is why he's stopping to smell a flower. It's such an odd combination, and Audrey shakes her head, maybe even only to herself, looking to Kate and the bar with a pressed smile.

She tilted her cup and took a big gulp of martini, even though it didn't finish it. Then, placed it on the bar to leave it, too.

"I'm good with outside." Audrey put her hands in the pocket of her well-fit jacket, falling in line next to Nathan.