She hasn't seen much of the outside today, crammed as she's been inside a cubicle in a windowless office in the Consulate. Though Bloomsbury is not as bustling as the City proper, it's still an urban environment, and she's beginning to feel at home.
"Here we are," she says as they arrive at the restaurant. "They don't take reservations--" Although as she says that, she begins to wish they did. It appears that this is indeed a popular spot, and there is a short line forming out the door.