Caroline jumped when he slammed his hand down in front of her, then smiled up at him. She liked that he kept control of his bar; so many people let their places go to hell during the war, but he kept a firm grip on it. It was nice to see.<br/><br/>She spun her fingers over the glass's edge and watched him cleaning the cups. "I'm Caroline," She said as she took a nice, big sip of the drink he had given her. Perfection. "What's your name?" she watched him, eyeing him thoughtfully, as if she was trying to read his soul or something. She waited to hear from the woman if she needed help, tapping her nails gently on the glass.