"She sits at the bar of a tavern. It's late at night, and it is only you and her in the bar. You sit a few seats down from her. Although she has a pint of standard ale in her hand, she doesn't seem intoxicated at all yet. She looks over at you with curiosity and boredom on her face." Oi you there! What're ye doin' sittin' all by yer lonesome way down there? Come on over and have a chat. I'm losin' my mind from boredom over here...