Astrid seemed relatively unphased by the staring, in fact she seemed entirely comfortable with it - so much that she teasingly did a little wave at the men at the bar looking over their shoulders. But really she wasn't interested in them.
The pause he made before he finally answered made her laugh quietly, nothing mocking, just a simple sound of amusement. Taking a seat she set her handbag down beside her and crossed her legs. "Astrid," she replied with a smile, "nice to meet you Dylan." Honestly, she was pleasantly surprised with him, she was half expecting some poor little towel boy from the hotel - not some dark haired, rather fit, man.
She had to remind herself that should wouldn't try to evaluate him or anything of the sort. But at the same time.. if he was the one who made the journal entry about not having a heart? She'd definitely do some pryiing to try and find out why that was. Apart from the obvious of him seeming full of himself. Still, she'd give him a chance at at least let him pay for her drinks.
"Have I seen you somewhere before? Ever been to California?" she questioned curiously. After all, he didn't exactly speak in the thick Greek accent that most locals did.
It was then that the bartender had actually come over to the booth, asking her what she would have to drink. "Could I possibly get a blue raspberry martini?" Astrid asked kindly. The bartender answered quickly with a yes and reassured her that it was definitely possible, but as he went over back behind the bar, he scratched the side of his head and began looking through the shelves of alcohol. She turned her attention back to Dylan, glancing over the chizzled features of his face and broad shoulders in silent admiration. She wanted to ask about the journal right away, but figured that it'd come up in conversation eventually.