“Blush girl?” Summer said, looking like she wasn’t sure she liked the name but didn’t dislike it either. Probably better to give a fake name just to be sure, so she gave her middle. “I’m Bethie,” she replied, raising an eyebrow and glancing to the others, doubting any of them really cared. The spinning man was just bored and looking for someone to entertain him, and she knew she was not the type. “And I’m from the US. I try not to die for a living,” she said rather bluntly, looking back into her beer and taking a drink. “I suppose I’m doing alright so far,” she shrugged, not looking sad or anything, but more matter of fact.