Zhang takes a seat at the table, glancing sideways at the rest of the bar. She quietly raises her hand, giving the waiter a nod as she says, "If I could get an ice water, that'd be great."
Zhang casts a sideways glance at the woman with the red eyes. She manages to pry her eyes away after some time, propping up her chin on her hand, her head tilted away. Resting her other arm across her lap, her fingertips brush against the compact baton attached to her belt under her coat.