[OOM: It's been a
long day for Marguerite, but it's over now.]
The first thing Marguerite is going to do is take a bath when she gets up stairs. She walks into the elevator and right into the bar. She purses her lips and looks around critically at the bar. Everywhere the futuristic inventions that had filled the pub have been deconstructed and are now composed of larger, less smooth parts. It is all vaguely reminiscent of her childhood. She wrinkles her nose--she'd liked it the way it was.
They'd better still have drink.