“I’ll go with the dentist drill.” Valerie said with a slight nod. It fit, the uneasy feeling that sound left behind pretty much summed up the unease the environment caused right now. Whether the brunette realised it or not the answer had made the blonde pause. Not from suspicion so much as it was rare to find someone who picked up on those kind of things. In a sense it made her feel at ease, for once she wasn’t alone in how she felt.

Valerie had lifted her own drink to find the straw with her lips, had almost finished it too when she heard Rhiannon, and just managed to swallow the liquid before she laughed. “At first I resented the price but now I’m thinking it might have been worth it.” Then she did finish it, and set the glass down on the counter just to pluck the straw free. She’d motion for another in a minute. “If they’re usually this strong it makes me wonder if they’ve been told to make them that way. Tipsy people aren’t usually spooked easily, and if they are, another drink could help that.”

She was thinking out loud because it felt like the right thing to do. Teeth chewed on the end of the straw as she gazed around again, then as the question was heard she wondered if it looked like she was looking for someone. The blonde shifted to look at Rhiannon again, bemused as she stated, “I am.” Then gently as if it were no big deal, “Aren’t you?” Though if she was, she’d have to keep an eye on her, and not because she thought she was incapable of looking after herself, but because in the brief time they’d talked Valerie had decided she liked the brunette.