"Sarah, ye say?"
Pip cocks her head to the side. "Seems I 'member a Junker pilot by tha' name, sugar. Aint been seen forever. Never met 'er, I hear'd she was summin else, though. Don't s'pose ye knew 'er? Prob'ly not." she twirls her pen absently, shifting her wieght from one foot to the other. "Anyway, hun. My name's Elsie, but everyone calls me Pip. You can call me Pip. 'Course you're not everyone, you're Sarah."
She half-giggles at herself, then leans in conspiritorially. "You meetin' a fella 'ere? Drinkin' alone? Best be careful 'ere. Rough comp'ny some days. A pretty thing like you oughta take care. Keep both eyes peeled. 'Course, I'll look out for ya. You'll be fine. 'Nother drink?"