Deanna looked around at the hustle and bustle, and grumbled at her own luck. Figures... she couldn't even enjoy ONE night of quiet.
"Just my luck anyway. I should warn you though, before you decide to let me sit here, that I'm pretty much an incurable chatterbox. So, be nice at your own peril."
She flashed that sweet-but-goofy grin, and gave an apologetic grin.