Andi looks the waitress over as she and Jim chat, and that gold pen appears and disappears down into the woman's dress.  While she tries to keep her composure steady, her mind is quipping catily to herself about the overtly sexual waitress - perhaps she was a showgirl (or something even less reputable) as her "day job".<br/><br/>She drifts away from the bar (and Jim and the waitress), to settle at a chair between Cynthia and Sally, at least temporarily until the dealer arrives and randomly reallocates people to their proper seats.<br/><br/>"Hi, I'm Andi."  She extends a business-like hand to each of the women.<br/><br/>