Kijani drank the shot in one smooth motion, neither confirming nor denying what he'd said. It wasn't exactly hard to read people- if you knew what to look for, it was like a game. She'd already asked him what the name of the town was, and where things were, so she obviously couldn't claim to be local. Then there was that expression of defeat she'd let slip earlier. Any fool could put two and two together. 

She ran her neatly manicured nail around the edge of the shot glass, round and round. "Bartending, huh? How long have you been at that?" It was easy to deflect. Most people would talk about themselves all day if given the chance. If you knew how to fake attention, you wouldn't have to say a word.