She couldn't help a flash of a grin; it was rather nice to see a bartender actually giving a crap about his beer. "Sure, that'll do me just fine."<br/><br/>Ignoring the presses and brushes as if they were nothing, although each one set a ghostly, uneasy echo through her skin, she twisted to scan over them with apparent disinterest, and then pointedly down the bar again, waiting for her drink. "Maybe you know him... name of Devo?"