A moment later, a pineapple smoothie appears on the bar next to her elbow. She picks it up, and wanders toward the tables, including Susannah's.

Figuring out where to sit is awkward! She kind of knows some people, but from brief conversations in which she might've joked about their dead husbands kind of. And also, it's a bar, but it's also a restaurant, a clothing store, and possibly a daycare. Social norms are no longer dependable. "Mind if -- ?" She points, with the smoothie, toward a chair by Susannah.