"Well..." She was caught off guard by his friendly manner. "This is... a... morgue so... the dead feel comfortable there. That's about it, but, I suppose that's what counts in this kind o place."

"Undertaker is nice enough." Dustin sold herbs to him on a regular basis. 

"Drink sounds good. Saloon is over there..." Dustin felt thirsty, after seeing such things who would not be. She pointed but didn't walk, not yet, there was something rooting her there. She was disturbed by what she had seen, but also left wondering. She was thirsty for whiskey, but also for answers.

"Why do you need the undertaker now? Did someone die somewhere?" Maybe she could get more work dragging bodies around this day... seemed to pay well enough.