He could see her, alright. He hadn't really been paying attention at first, not until he'd realized she'd swiped a drink--except that wasn't entirely accurate--and no one had noticed. It was more like she'd cloned the drink, or something. Kavinsky'd seen enough weird things, especially something where nothing had been before, that he didn't really bat an eye. But his curiosity was still piqued. It'd been sort of like in the dream field, watching Ronan wake with dreamt objects in his hands, which had previously been empty.

So, obviously, he'd taken his own drink and meandered over nearby, not close enough to be uncomfortable, but close enough that he didn't have to raise his voice to be heard when he replied. He had to squash the immediate urge to be sarcastic or make a joke, something about how jocks made a lot of people feel invisible, and honestly his restraint should have been rewarded, considering how infrequently he exercised it.

"Yeah, I can see you just fine. I take it that's not the norm?" He figured either something (else) was going on or the guys at the bar were somehow totally oblivious to cute girls. One of those was a lot harder to believe than the other. "I like your trick, by the way," he added, gesturing to the soda in her hand.