"Nope!" She replied with great enthusiasm, bursting through the doors of the tavern. For a brief moment, every eye in the place was on her due to her loud entrance, some lingering longer than was appropriate. Despite the establishment's size, the people inside were something of a rough sort. Being a trading port, this was often the first place many sailors--and pirates--ended up.

Pushing her way to the bar, she plopped herself onto one of the few available stools there. Waving for the old woman behind the bar, Siobhan offered her a grin, to which she merely grunted in mild annoyance. Only wandering over [i]after[/i] she had finished cleaning a glass, the bartender centered her periwinkle gaze upon the younger girl before her. "What'dya want, girl?"

"I'm here for a few scoops, and a not remotely insubstantial amount of food!" Siobhan replied, nonplussed by her gruff manner of address. Rocking in her seat with anticipation, she ignored the leering men beside her. "Some of everythin', if ya please!"

Muttering something indecipherable in clear annoyance, the old woman kept her eyes firmly locked on Siobhan. "You'd [i]better[/i] have money to pay. Don't think I'll let you dash on me without taking my due outta your hide."