[@TheMadAsshatter]

Neasa had to stop and think about what he said. There was some merit to it. Some. "In a trading post, however, there are others there who might notice somebody with malicious intent. There are others who might be able to stop it before it happens. Here? You have no defenses. I could have stabbed you. Do you truly not care if you are killed in your sleep?"

She really had to stop caring; it wasn't her problem. But he was one of the few friendly faces she had met along the way. It was rather nice to just relax and talk to somebody. While she didn't put her gun away, she did let herself lean back against a wall. She wasn't sure she'd be able to get back up if she sat down. 

As for her story, she shrugged her shoulders. "Had a dumb brother who decided to come here. Been trying to find him, but he's probably dead. Now I'm just sort of here. Name's Neasa by the way."