She hadn't exactly come dressed in a bar wench's costume, but her shirt--visible through her unbuttoned coat--did have laces in the front, which coordinated well with the fingerless, lace-up gloves that she was sporting to hide the sports-tape on her sinister hand.
"I made it, all right," she said, balancing the pizza box on one hand as she made her way closer to said counter. "Where do you want me?"