Of course he knows. She shouldn't be surprised and yet she is, a feeling that overpowers her usual automatic response to having her hand touched. So she just stares at him for a moment before nodding and lifting the mug, taking a large gulp of the too sweet nectar as the waitress arrived with their check.

Counting out enough bills to cover the check and provide a decent tip, she drinks down about the mug before sliding over to the edge of the seat. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up. I shouldn't take long, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes."