Maggy nodded and, glancing around, took the bill and made it vanish. "Thanks", she grinned. "Oh, this isn't work... Work is sitting in a boring office all day surrounded by sweaty guys who think it's cute to pinch your behind while you're at the photocopier, sitting at a computer tapping in figures and wishing every moment of every day that you had a job like mine!"<br/><br/>She glanced around, but no-one was trying to get her attention, so she sat, comfortably, on the lounger next to the brunette. "That tip gets you as much of my time as you want, by the way," She purred softly, then checked her terminal, "Ms Sidorova. Interesting name. Is it Russian in origin?"<br/><br/>Maggy grinned. She was crap at flirting, she thought. Or rather, she seemed to make people think she was flirting when she was just being her usual gregarious self, and when she did try to flirt, she nearly always ended up driving the other woman away. The logic here had not escaped her and so she had basically stopped trying to flirt.