Trinan walked up to the bar, ignoring the seating arrangements for the moment and craning her head to look for the bartender over the many other bodies gathered around the counter. Absent, apparently, most probably fetching something from the back room. She sighed, trying to tune out a question that came from beside her but soon realizing that there was no simply getting her room alongside a bottle of spirits and retiring. Slowly, her head turned to see the woman speaking to her. Behind a calm, evaluating glare she puzzled at the stranger's motivations and decided whether or not to answer. The woman at the bar's tone was kind. There were people to doubt in the world and she was content being bitter, but a tiny voice cautioned 'not now' and she reluctantly pulled up a seat and consigned herself to waiting for the bartender. "Not very," she said quietly, leaning forward and searching among the hung up bottles for something familiar. It was funny in a sad way that she didn't even know half of her homeland's brews, and it was becoming fast apparent that they didn't drink the same where she lived now. "What about you?" She asked, trying to turn the topic and not quite aware of how silly it was.