When the last drops of her pint trickled down her throat, the barkeep asked her if she wanted another. Before she would commit to an answer one way or the other, she pulled a small coin purse out of her bag. Doing a purposefully terrible job of keeping her actions hidden from view, she clinked her remaining coins together as she silently counted them. She looked up at the man with an embarrassed smile and shook her head "no'.