There's no way she wouldn't notice that look, and her own expression tightens, her lips briefly pressing together in a thin line, but she regains her composure quickly. Her smile is easy, if a little embarrassed, as though she's just someone who is quickly realizing this whole tailing her father's mistress was a bit of a ridiculous idea. What she's really hoping is that she hasn't accidentally run into someone involved with the militia.

"One whiskey sour coming up," it takes her a moment to get the attention of the bartender, but she manges to buy Irene's drink and a glass of wine for herself - sticking with a rose because of the low alcohol content. She slides the whiskey sour to Irene and takes a sip of her wine before saying, "I'm Sarah, by the way."

A fairly common name, but not so common as to be glaringly fake. At least thats what she was aiming for when she picked it.