The nervous figure beside her broke through the mental haze of endless routine. She blinked at him, almost amused by the stuttering, the nervous crack in his voice. She turned slightly on the barstool, partially facing him.<br/><br/>Tablet still in hand, she shook her head, "Nope... haven't seen anyone in here for..." She looks at her watch, "An hour now..." With a sigh, she winked, lifting her glass to sip from it, "The joys of bad weather and technology failures, eh?"<br/><br/>She set the glass down and leaned back on the bar stool, gracefully folding one leg over the other. Clad in a conservative, crisp business suit, she somehow still managed to appear feminine. Her hair hung in gentle waves to her shoulders, mussed in a very deliberate way. The suit hugged her figure just enough to be flattering, stopping short of the line between tasteful and crude. Her pressed slacks stretched down rather long legs, a pair of tasteful black high-heels peeking out.<br/><br/>Her expressive eyes watched him for a moment before politely glancing out over the semi-crowded bar. With slight surprise, she noted that many more seats were filled than she had been aware of.