Her eyes dart down as he speaks and a good part of her is tempted to run—they can't put you back in foster care if they can't grab you—but her curiosity has a greater hold for now. No bouncers or security is moving near, nor plain clothes that she can spot. Why not?

"Oh, that's not suspicious," says the pot to the kettle. As she speaks she also plotting several escape routes, just in case. Can't be too careful.