Oh well, can't hurt to try, right? Ask and ye shall receive, stuff like that.

[ Better to ask and see how it goes rather than not. She sighs and turns around so she can lean her back on the counter, elbows up on the surface as she looks over at him. ]

Don't tell me all this is getting to you too now.

[ Not to dismiss him or anything but -- people opening up with serious things more and more these days... it leaves her a little concerned in a place like this, where emotions are allegedly a huge thing. ]

I dunno, you don't seem like you're out of sorts to me -- but I truck around all day in a bus full of some of the weirdest people, all designated "Sinners", with something to hide that the Boughs won't let us keep buried like it deserves... killing and getting killed for a day job.

So you know, maybe my bar is the one that's weird. A lot of you definitely tell me like it is.