If anyone tried to crowd in, Severus was more than confident in his ability to make them leave. He'd perfected those skills a very long time ago, and was sure they translated over the the Muggle world without much alternation. "Fruity. Right." He looked at her for just a moment before standing - to make sure she wasn't kidding - before heading for the thick mass of people at the bar. He returned a few minutes later with something that he thought had quite a lot of sugar and pomegranate juice (add some hellebore and some fly wings, he couldn't help thinking, and you'd have the start of a pretty decent blood replenishing potion) and a pint of beer, which he was going to make a concerted effort to learn to enjoy again.
"All right?" He set it down before her, sitting again and not hesitated to draper his arm over the armrest of her chair.