Don't be ridiculous. I used to go to bars all the time with my sorority.

[ An amicable smile joins the deference. The kindness in it is honest enough—she's seen weirder at Nightscape—even if it's slightly hollow for other reasons. She's never liked this brainless blonde thing, but NOVA gave her a fair amount of practice—and a good idea of what people expect from her. ]

But there's no one there. How am I supposed to be make any friends here if I can't buy them shots because the bartender's being all King of Nowheresville?