Alright, so Drax had watched some television lately. That was amusing. Hope couldn't help but laugh a little - mostly at the poor bartender's confusion, so she at least made it a little easier on the guy.
"Vodka cranberry," she said to him once he'd shakily reappeared from hiding, placing her order with a grin - it was simple and matched her outfit, so she'd at least look 'patriotic' holding the glass. "Don't worry, he's...pretty harmless." Unless you were Thanos, anyway, but Hope didn't blame him for that. Ah, the common enemy - what fun.
She received her drink and took a sip. "I'd say you're definitely interesting," she concurred. "So you seem to be liking it on Earth just fine?"