She made polite, if somewhat stilted, conversation with the man who bought her a drink. Mostly inquiries were made about where she had been and what brought her to their city. It was obvious she wasn't a permanent resident. When the last bite of the soup was gone and she drank the last of her pint, she knew it was time to go. A free meal and a bit of sympathy was all she was looking for that night. Once her task was complete, it was best to move on.