"Quiet is great, but too much quiet is terrible," Nish said with a frown and a nod, as if agreeing with herself.
"I'm Nishka," she said, extending a hand to Julia to shake. "Most people call me 'Nish' though. Friends call me 'Nish'. You can call me Nish too, I guess," she said with a shrug. She paused then for just a second and then seemed to make a decision. "I may be a little drunk," she said, as if sharing a secret. "I like being drunk," she admitted with a smirk, "everything's funny and things don't hurt anymore." She left that last part vague, choosing to take another sip of whiskey instead.
"So what's your name?" she asked then, "what's it like living in a trailer? You so don't look like 'trailer trash', so it can't be that bad, right?" No filter. She would probably regret this in the morning.