[having had her drink of choice dictated to her, Emily gives most of her focus over to the conversation and her unexpected companion. the line's sedate enough that she can keep pace with it just from peripheral vision, so she's not particularly worried.]

Yeah? Sounds like all I need is a little patience.

[besides, even if he's fast, there's a pretty healthy amount of obstacles in this cafe. the odds of him eating shit before reaching the door were pretty high.]

It's not like the drink's going anywhere if I decide not to have it, after all.