Shepherd Book speaks before he looks up. He'd taken a seat at the bar to gather his bearings, it was a little quieter than wandering the hallways. The drink in front of him is just a juice, but he is relishing the taste. Fresh juice is harder to come by than alcohol in the Verse.

"No, not at all, I..."

And that last word draws out as he looks up and is greeted by a woman far more beautiful than he was expecting. He clears his throat, and remembers to stand up.

"Ma'am. Of course."

He draws the stool out for Faye, nodding his head respectfully.