"Thank you, mister...?"

Her teeth scrape as she grinds them together, but A-Qing obligingly takes her time 'finding' the seat in question.

And 'accidentally' trying to nail his foot with her cane as she leans to pat around for the sides of the chair. He's too fast for it to work, unless something in this place has changed him, but as far as she's concerned, even getting him to move would be a petty enough victory.