"No, I can't imagine finding work will be too much of a trial," she agreed. She just didn't like the idea of having to focus on something long-term right now. Every morning, she hoped to wake up in her own bed, though she knew she wouldn't be able to maintain that fantasy for long. Reality was unfortunately what it was, and she was doing her best to cope with that.
She followed his gaze to the waitress, lifting one hand to cover her mouth to hide her grin at his statement. "Perhaps so," she replied. "It couldn't hurt, at any rate."
She touched her glass lightly, turning it on the table though it was empty save for some ice melting in the bottom. "So have you lived her long then? And might I ask what you do -- besides sketching girls all by their lonesome in public?"