"How's things?" Molly asks, taking a sip of her drink when it's put down in front of her. She might not know Daniel very well, but that's all the more reason to be glad she's run into him here. It's a lot easier to have a conversation and catch up over drinks than while shooting, which she mostly does as a sort of therapy anyway. This is better, no matter what stress might have driven her here in the first place. Hell, she could probably use the distraction.

"Alright, I hope?"