That's what Lee had noticed upon stepping into the place; the accents of wood and burgundy accents reminiscent of an establishment in his old stomping grounds. He'd also gotten used to the biker bars in Florida, thick with smoke and the sounds of old rock music playing in the background. That's where he and the guys hung out.

Walking towards the bar, Lee caught the woman sitting in her booth and her posture was something he could relate to right away. But he didn't disturb her and went on to order a pint of whatever it was that passed as ale.

After a few moments, he angled his head towards her again, noting her eyes were open. Lee offered a smile and swiveled the bar stool around a bit.

"You were on the boat, weren't you?" he questioned, his accent unmistakably British.