Olivia isn't precisely dragging as she is coming down with an acute case of culture shock. She escapes into the cold with a sigh of relief that puffs out her cheeks for a moment as she exhales. She looks up from watching her steps to ensure she doesn't catch a discarded bottle -- already done that once -- to spy the man across from her. That she blinks twice, caught off her guard, is only because she's just finished her third pint.

She smiles, not tired but somewhat weary. "Hi there. Quite the party, isn't it?"