Vanellope doesn't recognize the woman, but apparently they've spoken over the network, so there's a bit of a connection.

"The government guys found'em for me! They're not so great with small talk, but they know how to cook and clean. Apparently using real food for decoration is frowned upon by some schmucks called the health department." She mutters briefly, but her attitude picks back up easily. "Good help is really hard to find around here, geez...but c'mon! You're here for the good stuff, right?"

She zips around one of the of counters and scales the side of a bar stool. "We have root beer, root beer floats, extra large root beer, small root beer..." Root beer, root beer, and root beer. "Oh, and hamburgers!"