She looked around for something that could guide her on what was available, trying not to come in as a rich snob. On display she only found some hard alcohol, something she wasn't quite fond of.
"Glass of wine," she risked, "white, preferably, for myself, and a cup of mint tea for him."
She turned around, leaning against the counter while Olsen prepared the drinks, looking at people in the bar. She then noticed a familiar figure entering the canteen. She waved at him and showed him to come closer.