Hecate wasn't sure why she was here, given that the Hellblazer himself was there. Of course, just because John Constantine was there didn't mean that they were out of the woods yet. Of course, she wasn't sure if he knew that he had back up or not. She had hidden herself in the back corner, waiting for a sign that she could swoop in to help. 

It had been odd, getting a call from her previous mentor and being told that she had to get her butt to this lame ass bar and help out. Apparently the Dark Passenger had gotten himself caught, or in some sort of trouble. Sometimes interpreting the future was complicated, and if anyone knew that more than Madam X, Hecate would love to meet them. She fiddled over her necklace, over and over, hoping that she wouldn't have to jump in. Gods knew that while she was itching for a fight, not everyone at the bar was invovled in this.

She finished the last swig of her drink and got up and settled in at the bar, sitting next to John Constantine and looked up at him. "Looking for a good time?"