Nuka gave a hearty laugh when Alex said he would get the lights, her powers of persuasion clearly winning over his lacking sense of duty. She didn't mind him going over the counter rather than around it since he didn't put his feet on it and she smirked as he laid down and told her goodnight. 
"Night works for me," She put the rag down, walking around to the other side of the counter to where she had some lounge chairs set up for the customers and flopped in one sideways, her legs over the arm, leaning against it so her head was on the back cushion. 
She rather enjoyed the fact that there were other non morning people in this little excuse for a town. It made mid morning naps much more easy to talk herself in to and enjoy. Now if anyone were to come in and interrupt her sleep, it wouldn't be just her willing to commit murder, she was sure. And if that priest dared to set foot in her doors, she'd set his head through the hole in her wall which La Rosa's chainsaw had created. And if that loud mouth came in, she'd return the favor by putting said chainsaw through her bright red head. Anyone else would probably receive her usual growls and grunt about not being open till the sun decided to go away and to get lost.

Sam emerged from the library, deciding that perhaps some fresh air would alleviate the feeling of boredom that was setting in on him. It seemed no one these days could appreciate the joys of the library as much as he did. He didn't necessarily know where to go, however, and he started to idly walk about. From his corner perch of land he could see the lights were off per the norm at the bar, he had heard G and Zeke go by earlier, probably to the General Store and to be quite honest the both of them were more than enough intimidation to have to swallow for a day or two and he didn't really feel like dealing with that. He started towards the new guy's farm, deciding to be a semi-socialite having no idea what the poor tyke had been through. Had he known, he'd given the poor guy a break. Though he was a little concerned as he passed Vi's place and could see Joel and La Rosa within arm's reach of each other. La Rosa alone was enough to spell someone had a loud wake up call to the morning. He reached the farm and looked around, "I wonder how accurate the books are," he suddenly mused, his train of thought completely derailing in a matter of seconds. He stood there, almost completely stock still as he just stared at the fields in all their "splendor," wholly absorbed in his thoughts. Should the farmer locate the wayward librarian and interrupt said train of thought, he would find that the man would not regain recollection of why he had journeyed there, but would introduce himself nonetheless.