It's not my bar. [with a little shrug, taking a sip. The unspoken warning is that it would matter, if it was.] But I am gonna be irritated if I've gotta leave this whiskey behind 'cause your fake's not good enough.

[except they probably won't even card her, a place like this, desperate for imPort approval.]

I like to know who I'm with. You look young, thought it best to ask. [although her mannerisms are older, and her dress ages her in his eyes as well, severe and purposefully chosen.]

How long've you been here?