"Oh, good, she'll be here, then." Kenzi had been sick a lot lately, something that was more than worrying to Nancy. She missed her best friend.

"I'll stick drinks for now," she says, before telling the waiter what sort of drink she'd like. She trusted Eames as Eames, but she didn't trust fae, and given that this was business, she'd play her cards close to her chest. Not that she had any- as far as she was concerned, she was here for support. Abigail was their High Priestess. Enough said.