His insisting that he's calm does nothing to ensure her that he is - quite the opposite, actually, and her eyebrows go up as a smile plays along her lips, listening to him go on about the ambiance.

When he gets to what she's said, she grins. "I'm a spy. I work for the CIA. Not here," she amends with a shrug of her shoulders, letting go of his hand so she can take a drink from her glass. "I'm pretty sure that this place has nothing to do with the Agency, which is why I'm telling you." Also, because he'd just been going on and on and needed a diversion. "But I thought you should know."