Her name was
Jade Nguyen.
Her name was also Cheshire, and she was one of the more dangerous terrorists and assassins in Southeast Asia. Checkmate had sent Roy to capture her, a long game undercover operation that wouldn't really have been possible if Roy had had anyone back home who cared whether he lived or died who hadn't also been trained in maintaining secrecy by Batman. He'd been working his way around the edges of the region's criminal underground for months, basically playing another version of himself: Oliver Queen's disgraced ex-ward, an addict playboy turned jaded and hard after he was cut off without a penny.
It had all been worth it. Roy had finally worked his way into the right circles, finally gotten himself an invitation to the right bar at the right time.
The next phase of his mission began when he sauntered up to the bar, leaned his hip against it, and asked, "So what do I have to do to get the prettiest lady in this place to let me buy her a drink?"
((Establishy. Roy is so doomed.))