[ honestly? it's hard to keep a mutual expression once he's walking up to the bar and she realizes who it is. or, well, who he looks like. because she remembers seeing Neal with the guy a few months ago after a jump, remembers that's Mozzie and all the little tiny facts that went along with that. she doesn't know his life story, but she knows he's important to Neal, which means he's important to her on some level right away. she stands a little straighter once he's at the bar, but maybe her frown is deeper run than she even realized, because he goes and comments on it and she can't help the way she ducks her eyes for a second to try and save face. ]

Oh, nah. And not just because I graduated from teen spirit a couple years ago. [ though she might just start telling people she's still in high school if that's easier, cause he's not the first to call her a teenager in some way. hm. anyway. ] You caught me in the middle of a deep thought, that's all. Seriously heavy shit going on in this head of mine, don't be fooled by my surroundings. [ as if the Babylon gods were listening, the current song fades out and changes to this. ]

-- Anyway. Maybe one day I'll hop onto that side of the bar and talk about my problems, but for now I'm still playing bartender. So. What can I get you?