Simmons lights up at a familiar face, happy to see him. "Sam!" she greets happily, flagging him down with a wiggled wave of her fingertips. "It's mojitos," she says, peering into her drink as if she's ready to show it off, but the liquid is so low that she isn't able to get a true colour and she frowns slightly. "Well, it was one," she says. "I think I might need number five."