Octavia didn't know what the crowd here was for. She just knew it made it easier to slip in and not draw that much attention to herself. She'd been to Caritas before, but she'd never been here, and on a restless night like the one she was having, it seemed like as good a time as any. Besides, she felt like having a beer.

Except:

"... No, of course I don't have ID. What do I need it for?"

Someone was about to get familiar with present-day laws about drinking.