[ Oh, it might be slight, but she hears! With a visible huff, she follows behind - and bends over the bar, leaning in close. She'll be damned if he ignores her! ]

Preceeding what, exactly?

[ Once such words are spoken against his ear, her attention turns to the bartender, waving him down. ]

I'll take what he's having. Oh, also, there's a drunk stumbling around in the closet, harassing occupants and such. Clearly can't handle his liquor. Best to get someone on that, before he hurts himself.