The woman nodded sharply at the name. A pilot presumbably. Flight suits were hardly inconspicuous, not that she could comment.
"Nice to meet you Sir. Jane Hartman, at your service." Not literally, of course. She wondered how she would have reacted to the man a few months ago. Certainly not with polite words and Sirs. Time was indeed a remarkable thing.
"Just filed an application." She shrugged, as though it were a minor concern. "The Captain needed to confirm something, so I figured here was a good a place as any. You know the drill, hurry up and wait."
She jerked a shoulder toward the still-fuming Cahoone. "What happened there, Sir?" The brandy arrived in front of her, the bartender almost spilling the drink in his quest to avoid removing an eye from the vocal officer in the corner of the bar.