Abel had just drained the end of his glass of whiskey and slid it across the bar, nodding to the bar man for another when he turned to smile at the person next to him, realising he’d recognised her from the tower. “Grace, right?” He confirmed, because he hadn’t had a proper chance to talk to her before, only knew her face really, but it was nice, to see a familiar face. Most people had left the Capitol once the ball ended, and he’d been a bit lonely, if he was completely honest, hated dropping Emme off with Rhi because then he’d have to fill his time with something other then changing nappies and cleaning bottles, and even though he didn’t particular enjoy those tasks, it kept him busy, kept him out of the bar.