That girl turned out to be Julia Wolfe herself, but his liquor content had been delaying his sensory abilities for that moment...
But Markus was unlike other boys who got drunk: he had the rare ability to lie about his drunkeness, or at least make it work to his advantage...
He sat down in a slow, but "seemingly" graceful fashion of an aficionado, and looked at his rested hands in a mysterious way, saying to the lady even with some hidden slur, "Hi... You may not know me, and I know ya may not care... but let me tell you that I only exist to serve angels straight from the heavens like you with the utmost respect. Think of me like a protector, a guardian, a savior of some sort... You can call me Mr. M, and..." He only batted an eye at the dumbstuck LSF officer, who's possibly thinking to herself, 'What in the name of all ethics is this drunkard doing?', "... the pleasure's mine..."
'Mr. M' then asked the barkeep, "Hey Ba'keep... Bring us sum Liberty Beer, if you may..."
"All right sir." The owner dashes over the drinks to him, who catches it with drunken-grace, then sips it in a smooth fasion...