And apparently, the two of them have gotten pretty good at hiding their discarded cigs from The Monarch, too, as he hasn't complained about it recently. She hopes Manolo isn't the one covering for them now that she thinks about it...

Not even a lonely beer for a lonely night, that's a bit sad. Honestly, she could use something stronger, though. Sheila's gaze is split between the sky up above, and her companion beside her.

"Work was..." A soft chuckle, a weary one. "The usual. Refereeing stupid arguments. I don't know if my job actually has changed."