To say Ariadne was impressed with their current location was an understatement. Her eyebrows raised, she attempted to look around. She couldn't see much given how late it was. Arthur opened the door for her and the young Architect attempted to slide out, her arm still in pain and her drunkenness all but dissipated.

She gave a sheepish smile to the other woman. She was most certainly his type. Ariadne wasn't prone to fits of self doubt, but she most certainly wasn't like her. However she offered her hand with her good arm and introduced herself before looking at Arthur like 'now what'.