Okay, so she'd wandered around a bit, and then realized that this freaking weekend was the worst possible time to drop in. Looking for a Dawnie in a haystack wasn't her idea of a good time. Call her, or don't call her.

No reason she couldn't drop by the bar while she waited. Caritas. Lorne? Really? Nah, no Lorne in sight. Still had booze. Good enough.