Politeness, that was all there was to it. Besides, she looked like she was freezing; she deserved to head in first. She'd been out there longer than him anyway.

And it was true, there was enough people in the bar besides them that two new bodies didn't register to anyone at all, not even the bartenders, initially. He was fine with that, Adam decided as he slid onto a bar stool, exhaling softly as he tried to regain his bearings. This place gave him a bad vibe, but he'd have to scry when he got...somewhere else. No way was he doing it in the men's room of a dive bar.

She was gesturing to him, though, and Adam blinked, mentally rushing to catch up. "Water for me, thanks. Designated Driver," he offered immediately, Southern accent continuing to creep into his tone. She'd probably call him out on it; that was fine.