She eyed his backpack, wondering if she should grab hers. Probably. It might need for a quick escape, after all. And hers was within arm's reach of the window. She didn't even need to climb through. "Julia Roberts?" She scowled. Laney hadn't been much of a fan of romantic dramatic comedies, or whatever he was on about. "Being suspicious of the Man sounds more like a Bruce Willis/Nic Cage conspiracy movie, don't you think? Unless you just meant because I was calling myself Lady? In which case, that's pretty uninspired." She gave him a smirk before leaning forward and grabbing her backpack.
"But, if you must know, it's Laney. Pretty similar. Rhymes and everything." She placed her backpack down onto the fire escape and then sat down next to it, across from Ollie. She crossed her legs in front of her Indian style and leaned her elbows on her knees. Her full attention was now on him. "I'm sitting out here with you alone, about to drink your alcohol which I have no idea if you've tampered with. Do you really think I'd be uncomfortable giving you my name, Ollie Andrada?" Again, she smirked. She wasn't trying to be a bitch, but sometimes Laney just didn't realize how she was coming off. As it were, she was trying, and maybe failing, to be playful. And maybe testing the waters a little bit, see how much he could handle. From their brief exchange on the intranet, he'd seemed good spirited.
"Cognac is my favorite." It wasn't, but she'd take what she could get. In fact, she had never tried cognac. "But refresh my memory. What does it taste like?"