[ It's not unusual for a lady to be at a bar, really. The unusual part is... she looks young, and she's alone. Can't be any older than Petunia, right? Then again, Petunia's of age, so maybe it's not that weird. But the jittery response -- ]

Oh, don't worry about it. We're both good, right? [ He gives her a once-over, placing his glass of scotch on the bar and then putting a hand to his hip. ] You seem to be in less good shape than me, anyway. First time at a bar, dollface?