"Uh, yeah, I can see you." Trevor's rifling through his wallet in an attempt to find a nice, pure, American bill that he can slam down instead of this stupid pound-note. "C'mon, darling, have some self-esteem!" He's totally ignoring her rejection of his buying her a drink, by the way.

As far as everyone looking at him, Trevor's far too used to that kind of treatment. He seems blind to the fact that he's got a whole lot of eyes on him, focused more on his current situation with this lovely stranger.