They went back to the bar, and Rose settled down on the uncomfortable bar stool with a sigh. The barman kept giving her suspicious looks but didn't say anything. Someone came and sat next to her. Rose hid her excitement and nodded at Morgan. He looked her up and down and sneered. "Don't you own any more of those frilly dresses?"
She'd forgotten he saw her in one of them. "Several." She smiled at the thought of the dresses Zanr bought for her. At the admiration shining in those unholy eyes when he saw her in them.
Morgan snorted his disbelief. "So where's your trucker?"
Rose resisted the urge to look behind her, to see if Zanr had noticed Morgan joining her. That alien missed nothing. "I ditched him once I got here. And never mind him. What happened to our building?"