Nuka gave an eye roll at the fact he pointed out she wasn't hung-over, "I'm not actually [i]always[/i] drunk," she grumbled, rubbing the glass a bit harder than it needed. Plus, her inventory skills were.... renowned for being.... nonexistent. She sighed in defeat before he asked the question about meeting the new farmer, "Do I ever leave during the day?" she raised a brow at the question, "If he plans on introducin' himself, fine I can say hi, that's not a big deal," she shrugged before putting away the glass that was cleaned by this point, "But if you're leaving might as well cut out the lights. My mess is cleaned up, so whenever I do have service they won't think a tornado whipped through the joint. So long as G is done hammerin' for the day, I'll actually get some shuddeye," she shook her head, thumbing quite sharply towards the blacksmiths. It was far too close to the bar for her own tastes. Hence half her complaints on the mornings she was hung over. The sound of metal on metal was enough to make her wants to shove a couple screwdrivers in her skull.
"You have fun with those social obligations of yours, I'm going to continue being a recluse. You want to know me, be over twenty and come to the bar," She said since in her mind that was simple enough, maybe too much even. She glanced at her alcohol stash, tapping her nail on the counter as she thought of whether or not inventory was worth keeping her awake from an encouraged nap. No. Not at all. She looked back to the doctor, wondering what he would actually end up doing, "I have a futon," she said, pointing to the couch towards the black, extending the offer to him to get in a nap as well, "Free o' charge to use for a few hours," she smirked at him