Drinking hot coffee in this weather would be just very silly. Thinks the ghost who is now poking at the salesman's lockbox to make sure it doesn't tip off the table. She felt rather bad for causing the clothes of the man to be ruined, she rather not make his day any worse.

On purpose at least.

When she hears a response from the man next to her, the one who lost his ice cream and the one she thought wouldn't be able to answer her observations, she looks up at him with a look of pleasant surprise on her features. "Ah. Someone else? It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Clara."