log ✫ this time, baby, i'll be bulletproof.
Work schedules are such that when Hasibe wants to get in touch with Inspector Morray to properly thank him for his assistance, it's roughly dinnertime. Or after dinner, in many less nocturnally-inclined corners, so the place she selects for their meeting is a nice place called Gaucho, an Argentine steakhouse in Soho. She finds them a table - a booth, tucked away in a far corner, and the lighting is low enough to give the illusion of privacy even if that's difficult to legitimately arrange in a public location - and sits with her black jacket tucked over the back of her chair and her stocking-clad legs crossed, absently half-minding a glass of Catena Zapata from Malbec. Red wine isn't going to get her drunk, but still- she can appreciate the restraint involved in moderation, and she's not interested in getting drunk tonight; she knows she has to be careful with these things.
She's sort of surprised the Inspector was up for this, considering it's a little....well, intimate, but it's been several days since the case wrapped, and they've even both presumably caught up on sleep as well as either of them can, and she's not a 'work-related matter' anymore. Some people might consider it inappropriate, but it's not forbidden to see one another in a social context at least once, so far as Hasibe knows, and- well, he doesn't strike her as bad company, going by the e-mail conversations and what little she's seen of him on the job, but the person one is at work and the person one is in private can wildly vary. She knows that as well as anyone.
Her only complaint, she supposes, is that she can't smoke in here, but she's not a die-hard nicotine addict (it's more like an occasionally pleasurable vice, and she has made a point of noting how she likes her handful of vices for the well-maintained luxuries that they are), and she prefers the scenery tucked into the booth versus the admittedly lovely black patio. There's even less privacy out there, what with passersby, and she doesn't know what kind of topics might come up with Inspector Morray.
Bellamy. Should she call him Bellamy now? Hmm.