Angela...
The grey-eyed poacher. He'd never had the pleasure, but he's read enough of the notes taken by the others to feel confident in the ID.
He reaches out and retrieves the card. Looks at it briefly before pocketing it. "Very good, Mr. Singer. I'll be sure to keep an eye out. I quite like the place, despite its...recent history. It's a welcome departure from my usual haunts. I'm sure I'll stop in again." Lies. But what does it matter?
And now JC. Milton's sure of it. Roderick is playing the hits.
"Unfortunately, the description doesn't ring a bell. I'm not acquainted with many bearded fellows. We tend not to travel in the same circles." Obviously.
Milton drains his glass, sits back, fixes Roderick with his gaze. "Not keeping tabs? Don't sell yourself short," Milton sayis, looking a touch incredulous in a bland sort of way. "You seem very well-informed to me." A friendly smile.
"I seem to have finished my drink. I'm happy to stand another round if you feel like joining...?"
I know you've stated this is the final post, so feel free to have Singer turn Milton down. =)