She's about to point out that she's a lot more clothed than Eve when he leans in and helps himself to a kiss.

(It's just as well that the words never got a chance to leave her mouth.)

A little self-conscious, she slips her hand between her hair and the back of her neck. "Think I'm good to go, James."

She aims a little smile at Hathor. "But thanks."

A swallow or two is all that's left in the goblet, and she goes ahead and drains it before she turns to Sawyer again.

"You paying for yours, and I'm paying for mine?"

It's not the first time she's thought their bartender must be a hit with the crowds, and she thinks it despite the fact that she doubts she and Sawyer are a lot like the average couple she's used to getting in here.

That doesn't keep her from kind of liking that he kissed her, even though they were caught in the act.