Crabb stares at the hand for a solid few seconds before taking it— and shaking it, nowhere near bold enough to go holding the hand of an attractive stranger, right now. Even after months she and 'Tom' never dared be so blatant, and in some ways it's hard not to see a trap laid out in front of her.

The colour does not leave her face.

"...Honoria Crabb. If what you want's a drink, you don't need to go tryna butter me up or whatever. I'm friends with the owner and if you're that hard up... oi, Masters," and of course now he appears again, she rolls her eyes faintly, "put a few extra drinks on my tab for this one."

Benefits of being friends with Johnny and essentially having her own allowance around here. She doesn't even have to go for her pockets.

"How'd'you even manage to lose all your money?"