(Sorry for late response, hectic week.)
Monica had been edging through the tiny space when she felt a weight press into her, causing her to grasp at the bar stiffly and almost spilling the small cocktail in front of her. Turning to the clumsy woman with a warm smile, a pale manicured hand took to helping her up with an understanding nod. "Quite alright, lovely. This place is a fox hole of the highest degree."
An eyebrow raised just slightly in recognition when she finally caught sight of the woman's face, though not a word was said. "The last step is always tricky, first time here?" She spoke across the short distance as she placed her glass now at a place setting a row of seats down from a businessman.