The bar's even less unusual these days, because it's no longer connected to the Nexus. Dirk really only comes here for the bar tab.
He gives her a nod and a smile. He's got a glass of something already, but he's not smoking. "Oh? You might as well catch a little spare time to keep around. It hasn't... sorted itself out already?" He's trying not to sound hopeful, but he figures she'll be more open to flirting if her boyfriend is still stuck as a whiny brat. He slides the tupperware closer and cracks the lid to breathe in the still-warm scent, very appreciative.