And sodas. I keep wanting to try a cocktail but I don't know any bartenders, except the one who doesn't like me. Plates are in the next one over.

[She picks idly at her sleeve, because the way she's sitting in the chair means that it would be gawky and uncomfortable to try to look at her toes, and she's going to be doing everything she can to break that habit anyway, now that it's been pointed out to her.]

Third point: you're clearly inciting this conversation as a way of not talking about whatever happened between you and Alhaitham, which makes your motives inherently suspect.