The server, Beau, who had just finished delivering food to a table, looked up upon hearing the girl's voice. He paused a moment, a round brown tray tucked under his arm and took a moment to look over the taller of the two women. He blinked and then smiled at them in greeting, noting that the host had been taking someone to a seat and so was missing. "Good afternoon, ladies," He greeted. "Do you need a table?" He asked them with maybe an extra glance or two spared for the taller, less excitable woman.