"Heh, mixing drinks isn't exactly a useful skill in the wasteland. If I could still live in the city it would be different of course." She mused, thinking back to those days. There were many people hitting the bar every night, which wasn't a surprise considering the state of the world. So business had been pretty lucrative back then. Her new 'business' was too, but her costs had increased as well. You couldn't exactly go to the market to buy a corpse or two. "Nothing wrong with eating people though. Killing them, sure, but otherwise it's just a waste of meat." When her mind started to force her to be a cannibal, the oddity of it being a taboo became clear soon enough. So much wasted, good meat...

Zara finished up and joined Kevin at the coffee machine. She could go for another cup as well, especially since they would be travelling soon enough. "Yea, some people 'throw away' dead people. Or rather, want to get rid of bodies discretely. I'm sure you can figure the rest out yourself." She answered, grinning a little bit. Surely a guy like him wasn't so naive to think organized crime didn't happen in cities any more. She grabbed a mug, and filled it with the last bit of coffee in the can, adding plenty of sugar and a tiny bit of milk to it, and stirring as she turned her attention to Kevin again.

The man then wanted to give her some advice, and indeed it made sense. A good, strong off-roader would be better than her dirt bike. But it wasn't all about practicality for her. "I more of a biker girl. And when you're solo, it's better. Better manoeuvrability, and it's able to get through tighter area's. If you want a truck that badly, go buy one. I'm sticking to my bike. Though a newer, larger model would be nice..." Now that she was done though, there was another issue she had to deal with. "Now, about me eating other humans. I should warn you I haven't eaten in two days. At most I can go without for three, so either you get me some credits so I can buy food, or we're going to have to find some raiders or natives under way very soon. At least, I don't think you want to donate your remaining arm or something." She spoke with a slight grin, her eyes looking him over as if she was already deciding what part might be best to start with. Mostly because her hunger and rational mind didn't want to get along as days without food went by.