The woman nodded warily at the bartender's ominous quote about how death and life don't matter much here. Knitting her eyebrows together, she seemed to quickly accept the absurdity of the situation she had found herself in. Resigned to the utter, baffling nature of this bar between time and space. What was there to do, other than order a drink?

She raised her eyebrows and dimpled her cheeks at the batting of her back, not exactly shrinking away or welcoming the touch. She looked down at the delicious looking onion rings and seemed to conclude that she could really use a bite to eat as well. The previously hoodied-woman waved off the concerns of the bionic lady. The brunette shook the wooden stool she was sitting on to indicate she would be fine.

The brunette hissed out a laugh and raised her eyebrows at Vyn. "2122...? Yeah. You're from the future. Or...I guess, I'm from the past. Where I'm from it's...uh..." Her eyes glazed over for a moment. "...1999." She nodded, reassuring herself and tapping the bar counter. Once again she found herself looking at the onion rings before leaning over the bar.

"Hey, uh...mister bartender. You think I could get some whisky and like...steak, or something?" She asked tentatively. After a moment, she took another puff of smoke from her cigaratte and leaned over even closer. "You...you sure it's free?"