She slides into the seat next to him, legs crossed neatly. In one hand she takes her drink, and the other she leaves lightly balanced on the bar top, half-turned toward Antonin. As of yet, she isn't sure what she makes of him, since they've only really had the one conversation, but it's worth investigating further.

Besides which, she's a sucker for accents.

"I think that's very solid advice, thank you," she says approvingly, a thread of breathy laughter in it, "So what do you make of my workplace? Be brutally honest; I'm meant to be improving the atmosphere."