If there was anywhere Becca was going to find her Campaign Manager, it was going to be somewhere around the bar. Warren had never given up his love for the odd bottle or two of firewhiskey, and when faced with this many people, Becca couldn't say she blamed him. She didn't need it to face them, but she knew he needed it to not curse each and every one of them. A quick scan of the bar with her blue eyes told her that Warren hadn't turned up yet, so she whipped up a quick drink for herself and looked around the room. She was stood next to a woman who was obviously judging people with a quick look. "They might surprise you, you know." she told her while sipping on her drink.