Audrey is caught off guard. She's here, nursing a spiked tea and honey that has rendered her just tipsy enough for the lines she's sketching on a napkin to become blurred and a little abstract for the clouds she's trying to portray. She pauses, mid pen-stroke, and takes her time trying to address...whatever this is. She doesn't know Ramona Grimsditch well. But that's probably the point, isn't it. The corners of her mouth turn up, followed by her eyes. "An experiment." She echoes, not mocking, just agreeing. "What's the hypothesis."