[She just shrugs, lets him have his little huffs and skulks and tiny, unnoticeable tantrums. That would've been her, once upon a time, before all of this life. The attitude reminded her too much of her own in her youth.

Attachments led to pain. But man, she sure as shit didn't know how to not be attached.]

I've got papers. Doesn't mean shit to me if they think I'm the real deal or not.

[Finally, the bartender.]

Beer, and... Water? Put a lemon in it, make it exciting for this teenage bore. [She glances at him, the spark in her green eyes dulled, edged with seriousness.] I'm not gonna tell you to not do your pusher shit but you're gonna find yourself ass deep with the wrong people if you don't keep an ear to the ground and figure out what the hell you're pushing sometimes. World's gonna destroy you, least you can do is avoid the cracks and the quicksand.