Soup sounds filling enough to suit her for the moment, gets herself a beer for a pat on the back after all their traveling. The chair backs aren't all that comfortable, and she manages to elbow the pair crammed in behind her more times than she means to in an attempt to settle, but there's no helping it, so she doesn't feel particularly guilty.

"No, no. Not a clue what I'm doing in the slightest." She chuckles at him from across the table, drums her finger against the wood while her eyes settle oh the scenery outside. He'd have to be thicker than anything not to know better; she rubs at him more out of habit than sincerity these days.

The food takes longer to arrive than she'd hoped, so when she finally gets the first sip in of her order, she's already carrying a slight buzz. No matter how heavy the drink, booze does not make for a full stomach. Takes all her self control not to just tear into the bowl in front of her. Somehow she manages to hold in the larger gulps till Charlie's distracted with a mouthful of sandwich.