He doesn't really look over, but that's Nathan and Nathan's own little world. Or maybe he's just picking out his drink. Still she turns toward him a little on her stool anyway, spinning it easily, freely. Hand and forearm keeping on the bar so she only turns so far. "The martini's aren't too bad."

And then, because, fine, he can be all quiet. Doesn't mean she can't poke at the things he doesn't offer back. "Where'd you come from this time?"

That's totally business as normal. Being able to figure how far this whole Milliways thing might stretch. How much of the town if might touch. Not that she's seen anyone else from it in here, but she's got it down to wondering if other townfolk might be jetting off here all at the time, too. It's not like Haven doesn't hoard its secret's deep already.