"Tell me about it," Lisa says without looking over her shoulder; she's at a table just behind him, not far enough to have to raise her voice. "I wish there were a place like this on our side!"

She's in a strange enough place that she maintains just enough decorum not to stand out too much - that is, she twists slightly in her chair instead of bending back over it. "Hey, Elliott." There's a tankard and a plate in front of her, too; she looks a little windswept, so she's probably been on this side for a bit today. She takes a pull from the tankard, looking... perhaps not as unhappy as Elliott might have expected given the other day. Just curious, and maybe a little more neutral than usual.