If she'd been back in Manhattan, he'd have probably let her fall and cussed her out for her spacing out. Although she would have likely headed him off with choice insults of her own--she'd learned how to hold her own after ten years of living in the city. The whole ‘not being dropped and sworn at’ thing was, admittedly, a little charming. That evaluation was probably more due to the beer she'd had back home and the lack of food in her stomach, but she breezed past the thought.

“Other than my utterly ruined dignity, I'm fine,” Carys grinned, shoulders shrugging. He asked about her company and Carys moved to her tip toes, trying to see over the mass of heads to find Audrey. “Ah, yeah, my roommate she just--took a call--”

No dice. Audrey had vanished in the throng of people, and Carys felt her stomach drop. What if Audrey had decided that she didn't like her and--Carys shoved that thought down. Somehow, Audrey didn't seem like the kind of girl to keep her opinions to herself.

Suddenly there was a sprawl of limbs and male laughter in front of her. Carys dropped back to flat feet, a bemused grin crossing her face as another man captured her company in a headlock, only to be shooed off a moment later. She quirked a brow, grin widening as she shifted her weight to one foot.

“Interesting friend you have there--ah, what was it, Casanova?” There was no malice in her gentle teasing, grey eyes dancing with mirth. Manners suddenly returned to her and she spoke with laughter in her voice. “Sorry--I'm Carys. Please tell me Casanova is [i]actually [/i] your name, because that would be hilariously awful.”