John glanced up as Isabelle swept up to the bar only a couple of meters away. Ah, there she was. Well, that saved hunting her out. He casually moved around a couple of people and slid up near her, but not too close as to be inappropriate.
"I'm sorry," he began, then had to clear his throat and try again. "I'm sorry, about her. She's been so professional up to this point. How do you know her?" He figured conversation that wasn't about the two of them was a safe way to start.