"Cogito ergo sum," she replied, laughing probably just as hard as he was. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure you exist. If you didn't, then I'd be the crazy one sitting here talking to myself, wouldn't I?" The last thing she needed at the end of the world was a therapist. Though, by the way things were going, her collecting clothing and weapons for her dead brother wasn't exactly mentally healthy. She kept this to herself, for obvious reasons.
"If you want, I'll call you a larcenist pig, but I don't think you look anything like an animal." She shrugged. $20,000 dollars worth of art was nice. "Where were you when I was struggling to pay my bills? Geez." She took another sip of her drink, because she was thirsty, and shook her head. "You lived in the Philippines? That's pretty cool. Do you speak...whatever language they speak?" Philippino? She wasn't sure. She just knew they were all Asian there.
"Sorry, Robin Hood, I've never blackmailed anyone either." That she knew of. "Um. I've never....contracted an STD."