Eona is without companionship, certainly, sitting at a table on the side and nursing a beer of her own. She glances up at the man's approach, takes in his appearance quickly with a small shrug. "No, it is not. You may join me if you like." Her language is formal, educated; her accent speaks of better breeding than her clothes suggest.

She sits up straighter, eyeing her new acquaintance further. Bookish sort, from the looks of him, tall and beaky, but with sharp eyes. As clean-shaven as she is, which makes her smile a little to herself. She knows what he'll see: a tall beardless youth, blond hair worn a bit longer than fashionable but tied back neatly, in good clothing that's worn out most of its goodness. If he dismisses her as callow and untried, as most people do...well, that suits her purpose for now.

She looks back at the dancers, nodding towards them with her chin. "There's a good view of the dancing from this table, at least."