"Johanna Mason," she replied, shaking his hand. "And really, it's more a case of I'm in a bar so why not drink?"
She eyed him skeptically for a moment. "Does this whole blatant charmer act generally work for you?" she asked, tilting her head. "'cause, I mean, you're pretty and all but I'm really not that easy. Or stupid."
One of the skills she'd picked up back home was an ability to read people, and Max definitely read as some kind of dangerous.