"Oh, no, that's fine... It's like a shop, right? The public places in front, with parts just for the artists in back. I wouldn't want to spoil the magic of the artist-space..." She watched him move to serve another patron, and contemplated the glass, nodding when he returned and questioned her.
"Yes, please."
She looked across the pub, taking in the few people scattered about. "And it was," she said softly, as if the change in conversation hadn't ever happened. "Out of the blue."