TNDG Day 8 (too many logs this day)

[So Lotus finds Dee at the bar. Under her arm she is holding a few bepegged lite brite boards and a bottle of what she optimistically assumes is vodka. It's transparent, she found it behind the bar, and it's labeled in the Cyrillic alphabet.

Lotus extends her free hand to the other woman.]

Hello, Miss Dee. I'm Lotus. May I borrow you for a moment, please? [She's playing up the Japanese accent on her English more than usual, though not enough to be difficult to understand.]