[She gives him a wink with the feedback.]

Thanks, I couldn't tell what kinda guy you were. Sweet or sour...so I went with neither.

[She turns to run someone's card, bidding them a farewell as yet another body leaves the bar. Good. Now she doesn't have to shout as much.]

Well, you know a helluva lot more than me if you've been here a month.

[With the lull in activity, she leans forward on her elbows and starts drying clean glasses with a cloth.]

That sounds pretty...is it? What'd you do there -- before your secret exploits of greatness? Or has that been a lifelong thing?