As he showed her to the table, her eyes swept over the room once more, given that she now had a moment to breathe. No one seemed too terribly out of sorts here, most just looking worn and drunk, tired from whatever trials and tribulations they had going on in their own lives. Despite the troubled times they lived in, they didn't look too worse for wear, a thought that crossed her mind rather begrudgingly.<br/><br/>Lowering herself into the seat he offered her, her her hands smoothed over dress, feeling the tears and dirt clumps still clinging to her. How thankful she was to have a cloak on that hid the majority of her disheveled appearance. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she started trying to clean them up a bit, glancing at the stranger as she did so.<br/><br/>"Drink? Hmm..." Pausing, her hands stilling in their movements as she thought. Her eyes turned from their calculating selves to a more mischievous glimmer. "I'll have what you're having," came her response, lips quirking up in a half-smile, head tilting a bit to the left.<br/><br/>After yet another moment, looking rather curious, she tilted her head up the smallest fraction, eyes changing to reflect the curiosity now burning at the edges of her mind. "But...I can't allow someone to see to my drink...when I've not even a name to call them by...I wouldn't feel right." Waiting for his answer, she gauged his eyes, his stature, making mental notes as she did so.<br/><br/>It was just her nature to be cautious.