"I think you may have just been drinking the wrong sort of thing, or too much of it." Her bottom came to bump up against the counter as she speculated, arms crossing over the faded Diamond Dogs Tour shirt that clung to her frame under the waist high apron she wore. "And I suppose we've all got quease-inducers, but that is most certainly a new one deary."
"Just Matt, it's quite fine to meet you as well. Sorry to hear about the window, but it's the price we pay for low rent, I s'pose...SO" There was a grin that lit from ear to ear at the moment, "if we work in such close proximity, then why ain't I ever seen you in here before? Hmm?"