Ooh. Food. She took another sip of her milkshake as the woman sprayed on the skin-foam ([i]Guarenteed to Seal in 1-2-3![/i]) and could only chuckle at her reply. "Ain't my role to judge, I just bring 'em in if I get 'em." She patted the other woman on the back a little bit and took the devices back, handing the spray can over to the bartender. "Could you be a gent and bin that? Ain't no good after you used 'em once." Once she had done so she would take a few of the chips, savouring them slowly. Delicious. Truly delicious... And the onion rings! So crunchy she swore she'd chipped a tooth! Marvellous! "Gosh, my compliments to the chef, these are fantastic."

Of course, her mood was dragged down fairly quickly by the ne'er-do-well looking to buy the skin-foam can. "Err... Gent, you can get that at most pharmacies. It's just like a plaster aint'it? The other one were just some painkillers and an autoinjector. Nothing you can't get either." Gosh that bourbon was nice. She could get very, very drunk off of it very, very quickly. Probably not a good idea.

"Did I go back in time or what? Y'alls folks never seen 2122 tech? Digi-structors? Auto-injectors? Voidsuits? Am I missin' somethin' here?"