She's delighted at the gesture, thinking herself very lucky that she's found a real gentleman here, it feels quite refreshing. She smooths out the wrinkles in the skirt of her dress as she sits, glancing round at the establishment. She hadn't expected anything nearly so fancy as she was used to in New York; she wasn't sure exactly what she had been expecting, to be honest. The bar seems more than fine, though.

"It'll do nicely. And I'll take a scotch on the rocks, if you wouldn't mind."