Angie was not one to sit for too long, and so she leaned back against the bar casually, elbows on the edge as if she owned the place. She did come in often, when she was home, but that was neither here nor there. Basically she was enough of a regular that nobody would call her on it.

"That's not what I've heard," Angie motioned to the ring on his finger. She didn't know what exactly he'd been up to, but even she was not oblivious to the rumor mills. Angie didn't put any stock into them either, but it was kind of amusing when a familiar name popped up. Ben had a bit of a reputation to begin with, not that she'd known that until they were both back home after their last assignment together, but still.

"But Chile, and Greece before that. I haven't been in London for more than a week or two at a time since the summer of '89." It was how Angie preferred it most of the time. She could come home, check on Cash and Ash, make sure her roommate was still good with their arrangement and that was that.