Rita actually smiles at that, faint triumph and weary relief at the confirmation. She's made it this far. Fucking finally. "Deal." She actually sounds cheerful - or as close to cheerful as she can be expected to get, all things considered.

Still, she keeps a close eye on him as she heads for the bar, making sure he doesn't get any ideas about bolting. It might be unnecessarily unnerving, ordering him what he was drinking before (a tidbit picked up during previous attempts to find him), but hell if she knows what else he might like, and there are more important things to discuss than his beverage preferences. She joins him at a little table - small, but not too intimately so - sets his drink in front of him, and sits down with her whatever-the-hell-was-on-tap, which she utterly ignores.

"How the hell did you find me?" Blunt and to the point.