Veronica's in the bar, though you'd be hard-pressed to find her.
She's under a table.
Considering that:
- Her disguise has most likely been compromised (yeah, thanks, Elle); and
- Some sort of electrically-based hit has been taken out on herself and friends (Elle again)...
Well, she's decided to lay low for a while. Literally.
With her back up against the lower part of this booth's back bench and her legs crossed in front of her, Veronica does have a spectacular view of the bar's collection of ankles. It's a bit difficult to eat her sandwich under here, but one cramped meal is a fair sacrifice in exchange for her safety.
And if she gets bored, she can count the dried blobs of gum.
[tinytags: assassin ; eric o'grady]