"Mmm?" She looks over at the man next to her and gives him a faint smile, a slight self-deprecating laugh, figuring he's commenting on her gesture to her hallucination. "No. Well. Sort of, I guess. It depends on how you'd define new. Seems like most people I talk to have been here for much longer."
She switches her drink to her right hand and offers him her left. "I'm Joan."