A little surprised by the nudges, which seems a bit more pointed that the general bustle of a crowded bar, Jules glances over mid-sip. "Yeah. Yes, in fact, we absolutely did." She's tired, utterly weary, but she holds out her hand to shake out of some kind of hopeful habit. "Jules. You're..." Give her just a moment-- "Ilde? Is that right?"

Personal space isn't a great issue for Jules, but she has been just the slightest bit more tense, more cautious and nervous, since Levi came storming into her life and very skillfully took it apart. Her tensing is subtle, though; it's not like she hasn't settled into being in crowded bars, the last few nights. It makes this kind of thing fractionally easier. Alcohol and forced exposure, a recipe for numbing oneself if your name if Julia Grumley.

"It's nice to meet you in person."