"You like clubs? This one was a hell of a good time here, in the real world." Dinah hands over the whiskey with an amused smirk. It hadn't taken him long to make himself comfortable, had it?

"The name's Dinah. They called me 'Bird' or 'Canary' when I was working here. But there's nowhere to go. No doors out. Which leaves the question how you got in?" She glances over at him curiously.