Hammer!logic is very far removed from her logic. He doesn't even know her. The corners of her mouth twitching and trying to suppress a grin, Ann walks through the door and decides on a table that has a nice bench, placed against a wall. She doesn't like leaving her back open, so she slides on the bench.

"This one okay?" He did tell her to pick one, so any possible complaints will be ignored anyways, but asking is polite. So she asks.