Helen

When Saffron walks to and from work, which is most of the time, she doesn't always take the same route. She's figured out a few different ways, all of them using well-lit streets without the need to cut through any suspicious alleys or the like. She knows the Scarlet Spider is out there guarding the streets, and possibly more like him, but Saffron would rather not take any chances. She's good, but last she checked she still isn't fast enough to dodge a bullet.

On one of her routes, there's a little bar. From the outside it looks decent enough, nothing too glitzy, but not a complete dump either. She's thought about stopping in for a drink from time to time, using her charm on some of the locals to see if she can find out more about Darrow. She's tried it a time or two in other places, with mixed results - well, mixed results in terms of information about the city. Saffron never has trouble gaining a man's attention or an invitation home...not that she's taken any of them up on it. Being with a local doesn't sit well with her, nor does she think it ever will.

Tonight she's on her way back from work, not particularly tired, not really in the mood to go home just yet. So when she passes by the little bar this time, she decides to go on in. Pushing inside, she heads straight to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools to wait for either the bartender to take her order or for some random guy to have a drink sent over. Usually, the latter's what ends up happening first. But then the bartender, who she hadn't been paying any mind before, turns toward her, and Saffron lets out an audible gasp. She knew he was here, knew he was around somewhere, but to see him now is a shock. "Sam!" she exclaims, even as she knows he won't know her.

That's all right. Saffron's already lost Sam Winchester once and got him back again. She can manage doing it a second time.