After arriving with Ivan, Ilde-- does not slink outside for a cigarette, or buy a shot, but acquires a virgin cocktail and fidgets with it, somebody's cd case (discman and cds inside) tucked under her elbow as she veers inevitably away from Ivan's side to see if she can spot anything that looks recognizably hers. The bar feels too full, on an evening like this, and she's forbidden herself from going outside (where there will be people smoking, and where she will want very badly a cigarette instead of another fucking lollipop); she drifts back and forth, a little, venturing further afield and then retreating to Ivan's side when she gets tired of risking sober small-talk with strangers in a bar.