Cindy, for all it's worth to be curious, had checked the table of items to see if any of them had her name on it and came up with nothing. All she could do is shrug because if nothing was there for her, nothing was there for her. No use crying over lost items. It's not the first time she's come to a place emptyhanded (except for the stuffed chihuahua taking up the barstool next to her) and left the same way.

At the bar herself, she's nursing a bright red cocktail while twisting the paper of her straw into knots just to keep her hands busy until Wichita shows up. Her attention is quickly drawn to Ana who shows up and knocks back a drink like she hasn't drank in forever, which, for some reason, amuses Cindy beyond belief. "Where's the baby bro?"