The hoodie-clad woman took another inhale of tobacco and nicotine, the ashes falling onto the granite counter top. She seemed to notice this and swore under her breathe, trying to wipe it off with her wrist, only to smear off some of someone else's blood on the bar. Hissing, she gave up, frustrated. This place was nice, and she wanted to maintain that niceness. 

	She listened to the man's offer, and considered it as he talked to a nearby cat that had also wandered in. This was a play for strays it seeemd. The ragged-haired girl opened up her hoodie and looked at the wound and bit her lower lip. Her stomach also rumbled as he and the astronaut lady talked about onion rings.

	"'Render assistance', huh?" Green eyes questioned the room and the bartender. After a moment she nodded. "Sure...sure. I guess." She hesitated, taking another shakey inhale and exhale of smoke, the grey substance billowing from her nostrils. Leaning forward on her elbows, she shifted a little uneasily.

	"I just...I just got a question. I'm not uh...I'm not dead, am I?" She asked flatly. Despite everything she had apparently been through, there was the slightest hint of grim humor in her voice.