Zara added what she could to the updates, raiders tended to do more talking and gossiping then old women at salons did. Of course her additions registered more along the lines of who was good to steal from, who had already been robbed, where to find the best loot. Though she did have some additions for the best pastures and crops for food. She asked aloud to him if they'd swing by and offer some assistance to get some supplies. She didn't want to steal from anyone but she knew she didn't have much caps. A helping hand or two was usually more available for trade. Muck some animal pens, get a small bag of food. It was fair enough trade. When the night was closing in, she stood up and followed him, finishing the last of her drink. She set it on the bar counter, giving a nod to the tender before catching up to Issac. As he expected, she was about to offer him the bed but gave a soft chuckle as he moved without comment to steal the chair. She'd need to talk to him about that. Was he providing the bed for her simply because she was a woman? Or did he truly find the chair to be more comfortable? Silently, she moved around the room, having practised not being heard by slumbering men. She brushed out her hair and put a little braid off to one side. She washed off her face and stripped down to the bare minimum clothing. She wanted to be comfortable and this place was supposed to be safe. Nothing private was showing, though if she moved in her sleep, that would change. The grungy white tank top wasn't as form fitting as one would expect. It did have plenty of movement. Clad in only the shirt and a pair of underwear, she slipped between the blankets and settled in for a good deep sleep. The area around them was fairly quiet so she was able to drift off easily. Her dreams were less peaceful though. Nightmares plagued her, sleep fighting her blankets and small whimpers in her sleep. When morning would arrive, she wouldn't feel as rested as she should.