“Yeah, it's good to know you haven't died or something,” Tzipporah says as she noisily yanks a chair back and throws her body onto it. As usual, her elbows and knees get in the way of everything. Lee makes a point of sitting between her and Michael.
“You saw me two weeks ago,” she says, unfazed.
“Yeah, exactly! Two entire weeks!”
Lee subtly finishes her beer and flags a waitress over to get another one and take everyone else's drink orders. At a place like this, your options are water, beer, or Coke out of a glass that may or may not be clean.
Lee even likes Tzipporah and finds her overwhelming, though luckily she's easily distracted.