She strolls over to the table "Aah, a seat, that'd be jus' perfect. Mind ifn me friends joins us? Dis 'ere's me navigator, Jessie," she indicates the tall woman, who nods slightly, as she carefully perches herself on a nearby stool, "and da uvver un's me weapons offisah and/or bodeeguard, Bobby." The man seems not to notice, too busy scanning the room for potential threats, "'Ee dun' talk much, not really da sociable type. Now, what yeh all drinkin'?" She plonks herself down rather carelessly on the nearest chair, and looks at them expectantly.