Jon has happened to stop beside a table in the dining hall, and that table has someone sitting at it. She was sitting there before, of course, don't you remember? They sure look like they've been seated there for awhile, nursing half a martini. The gin half, going by the bottle beside her arm.

She doesn't stop sipping her gin as the chandelier crashes down, and even putting her glass down happens after Jon's response more by coincidence than intent.

"Yeah, yeah." she says, waving her other hand, the picture of casual indifference (whatever you think that looks like). "Just another day ending in Y, here. You get used to it."