Tara couldn't help the smile that was curving across her lips. It was amused, not mocking. At caused her to relax ever so slightly, at how well he was taking this. Sure he was shocked. That was expected but at least he wasn't freaking out. "No." She said, smile widening a bit. "I haven't been at the drink."
Amusement grew at his question, even as she hurried after him. It was going to take some doing to explain the kitchen and well ... everything else at the Hyperion. And Tara was hoping that maybe she could keep him away from reflective surfaces until someone-like Fred or Buffy or anyone who knew him best-came along and backed up what she was likely going to have to tell him. Because chances were high that he'd want to leave right after his drink and no one wanted a crispy friend Angel.
His legs were longer than hers but she managed to catch up. "This way." Tara leading him to the direction of the bar. Trying to recall if it had anything high tech attached to it. It wasn't someplace she frequented very often. Falling into step with him, she spoke up again. "You never told me your name. I'm Tara." She wanted to know what he called himself, so she was less likely to accidentally call him Angel. But also? She was hoping to play some form of distraction.