Kate narrows her eyes and chews her lip a bit as she watches him smack his forehead on the table, trying to puzzle him out. As soon as he stops, she leans forward slightly, her elbows on the table, one under her chin and the other holding her cigarette, looking at him as though he's an exhibit.
"I can buy my own drinks, thanks. Luckily for us both, there's a table just opening up over there in the corner," she says, nodding her head in the direction of the table being cleared by a waiter. "I bet if you hurry you can get it all to yourself to smack your head on in peace."