"Okay..." she breathes out slowly, still struggling to process the situation. "An old fashioned and a lemon martini... sounds good," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She's grateful that you seem so calm about this, but at the same time, she can't help but feel like she might be in over her head.
Her gaze darts between you and the flight attendants as they approach with their drinks, unable to believe what's happening right now.