She smiled cheekily over at him as he caught her having moved his whiskey. "You worshiped these feet" she stated, swinging her legs out from in front of the stool and bending it so her heels came up as if to prove her point. She was joking of course- though memories of his hot hands on her feet and.. other parts flashed through her mind distracting her so much so she had to turn and focus back on her drink for a long moment. She caught his smile though, he meant her. "I'm glad your trip's gotten better then" she commented kind of acknowledging it but trying to prevent the awkwardness that was sure to follow if she had of gone down a different path. She was surprised to have run into him but she realized that he'd made her feel better about life without even really having to do anything.