"I always say a stranger's a friend you've not met yet," Lydia sniffed again, but brightened up at the prospect of a drink. It was this attitude that had so often led her into trouble, but no matter. It was a girl at least.

True enough, a pub wouldn't be her first choice; she was drawn more by the glitzy bars and clubs that littered the streets, but in a pinch, a pub would do. Lydia grinned and nodded.

"Well, they better have nice wine." She put her arm out for Nancy to link, should she want to.
"I'm Lydia."