[ Darlene's sleep schedule is that of a typical hacker. She's used to staying up all hours of the night working with FSociety, crashing sometime in the morning hours only to get back up in the afternoon and start the whole process over again -- and not much of that has changed since she's arrived in Svelte, instead of spending hours on FSociety projects, she's trying to figure out what makes this simulation they're in tick.

Maybe if she can understand how this whole place works, she can actually use it to her advantage.

She's spent the evening keeping Ren company at the bar, typing away on her laptop, and ordering the occasional drink. By the time that he's finished cleaning up and doing various side work, Darlene's got all of her things packed away in a book bag on her back. She stretches her arms over her head and hops down off the chair. ]

Lead the way. [ A beat. ] Oh! That dude who kept making you remake his drinks all night, and then didn't tip? [ There's a sly little grin forming on her face as she continues, she's got a pretty good buzz going and she flings an arm around Ren's shoulders with a laugh.] Yeah, he's gonna be pretty pissed when he checks his accounts in the morning. It's always the ones with the most money who tip the worst, isn't it?