Nonie grinned. She liked how the control of the conversation had shifted to her, and she wasn't at all surprised that he didn't recognize her. She was only just making ground for herself, and she didn't expect to be a name anyone recognized. "I'm Nonie," she told him, putting down the drink and holding out her hand rather casually, elbow still propped on the bar. "MacFarlan. Second year as an offensive coordinator for Caerphilly."