Lily didn't notice any of Flint's struggles with the crowd or his anxiety. That he was sort of shy, she had already noticed; but that wasn't something you'd hold against anyone. She listened to his drink choice and made sure the bartender had listened. When he asked for her own choice of drink, Lily simply shrugged. "Cocktail. Not too strong, but very sweet, please!" She ordered, smiling widely at the bartender. He nodded and went to get their drinks, and Lily turned to Flint smiling pleasantly.
"So, Flint, you're a passenger, yeah?" She asked conversationally. "Where are you from?"