"Nothing is spinning," she says, glancing back and forth (just to check) before shifting herself to sit next to him, balanced on the heels of her hands.

"Soup, yes?"

Granted she has no idea what soup is, but she rather figures that the Lady Bar has that sort of thing covered.

"I will just -" her hand waves dismissively and she pauses, eyes catching on the glint of the chain and letting out a huff. Okay, she'll just nothing. But Tristran sure as hell isn't anythinging either.