She listens to the name, giving it a teeny smile of recognition. Staying put in front of the bar counter, she relaxes against it a little, taking in the small, easy to handle, list of other details about her that he'd need to know. Malia's eyes light up when he trails of, thinking she knows what he might say, a cursory glance over to the patronage there.

"Good night to show someone a bit of the ropes, right?" She moves then, on a more toward path to where Lantar is standing. "So I can call you -- Lantar?" Her brows lift as she speaks the name, not really knowing if she's ever heard someone with the name before or not, and it does feel foreign on her tongue. "I'd like to stay for a bit. However long you're open, if you want." She has nothing else going on that night, after all. Closing is probably pretty important at, oh, any business too, she realizes.