"I was hiding," she admitted, throwing a guilty look towards the door she caught him glancing at. Men thrived on women with low self confidence. It was a horrible, true thing. "Stupid, right? I thought if I gave it a little longer he might be waiting when I came out but…," and she sighed, letting her chin sink onto her palm, elbow propped on the bar.
The part people didn't realise was that she was an actress too, when she wanted to be. Normally Tonks didn't fuss about with herself, unbothered by her hair falling in her face, not one to care or even think if her facial expressions were particularly ugly or emphatic. Now, her behaviour was transformed as much as her face. Her hands reached delicately to push her hair behind her ears, she scattered extra blinks in, tipped her chin down shyly. But… not too much. She could lay it fairly thick (he looked as if he might be a few drinks in, so there wasn't a pressing need for subtlety) but too far and it would tip over into parody.
"Sorry, I'm bothering you," she said apologetically, and turned towards the bar where she pretended to study the drinks list. Not that she had any money to buy one, mind. He would have to do that for her.