As much appeal as good-humoured debauchery holds for him, Lando's not one to turn his back on such an invitation. He's perfectly aware that he's fairly far from being her favorite person, and he'd certainly prefer for them to be on better terms - it felt as if he'd made some progress there, even, just to wind up here and have it forgotten.

Besides, it really does seem like she could use the company. So, quietly, he offers a moderately earnest, soft smile and takes the seat, pausing a moment to order his own drink - a deep golden liquor from some system he's never heard of, but which has rapidly earned his favor on this basis alone - before turning to her. "What brings you here this evening?"