A white room of pure raw nothingness appears, in a moment.
She's sitting, cross-legged, on a chair made of the same white nothingness as the walls, beneath a veil of brilliant blue reminiscent of a table.
There's a seat for you, of course, and 'glasses' made out of something that looks a bit like a heat shimmer, almost, filled with cool water.
She takes a sip, and looks on expectantly.