Grace looks right, and then left. Then back at the lady with the open mirror. Both eyebrows shoot up.

"Yeah," she replies, her tone a friendly enough challenge, laughter lurking below the surface. Glancing away, Grace throws a leg over the stool and slides on, leaning her elbows on Bar, grinning when a bottle of Jack Daniels appears. Bar knows her so well. "That a problem?"

She gets the ice queen thing and all, but the bar is a little light on interesting tonight. It could use some livening up.