"Well, me, but that's nothing new. I pulled some guys out, but one didn't make it, which means I'll probably be coming here for a long time." She looked a little downcast at that, but brightened up. "Yeah, it's great. You ever think about maybe doing something with the whole skull motif thing? Maybe have a mug in the shape of a skull, and light the drink on fire? I don't know, the extent of my artisanal alcohol experience is jokes about Brooklyn. But still."
Anna laughed at that, before returning to the drink and rubbing her eyes wearily. "Some jackass got my normal place burnt down, a way over there." She gestured vaguely in the direction of her home. "Heard good things about this place, so I decided to check it out. And I confess I am impressed." She smiled at him and placed an arm on the bar, leaning forward slightly.
She accepted the drink gratefully, sipping gently and enjoying the taste. "Yeah..." She observed the last embers of the sun sink beneath the horizon, casting a glow on a ruined building. So many shells of homes, ruined by fire, or gang wars, or Dark Vengance and his one-man crusade. "For Gothic, anyways. But lovely in this town just means you can't see any addicts for three whole blocks." A note of sarcasm crept into the Phenomena's voice.