"Manager," she echoed, then again slower. "Manager..." Her smile widened a bit. "That's an important job, yeah?"
She let herself look up, then. Surely she would recognize him. One didn't become a manager out of the blue. She squinted a bit in the dim light of the Leaky, "Have we met before?" If she knew him, her mind was fuzzy enough not to recall. Nonie ran the tip of her tongue between her lips before chewing on her lower lip. It was a strange habit she did whenever she was lost in thought, nervous, or trying to keep from smiling.
In the light he'd be able to see that she was a bit flushed. Nonie had been having a rough day, which had prompted her visit to the Leaky in the first place. She'd already been two drinks in when Tom had presented her with the third.