[ He smiles, allowing himself to be led. Drinking in a new city with a woman he only barely knows... well, there are worse ways to find oneself stranded.

He takes a look around the premises, but the interior of the bar is what he's used to as well — normal, the same way the convenience store and everything else in the city has been aggressively normal — so he follows the good doctor to the bar and slides onto a stool at the bar with the ease of someone who indulges at the bottle a bit too loosely. He sets the plastic bag on the bar so he doesn't forget it, then touches hand to chin, humming in thought. ]

Oh, by all means. Thank you. I'd like to request something simple to start, though. Wouldn't like to keep you waiting for your own drink, after all.

[ And it's easier to keep track of her hands that way. Well... she does have a nice pair of hands, and he does enjoy others work in areas they know best, but he's only just met her. People he likes don't get a pass from his watchful side. Not in the way they used to. ]