She set one hand on her hip, feeling oddly like Deja Vu. If this was Lyndon she'd be picking him up and putting ice over his head. But it wasn't. Just a stranger who decided to deal with life by drinking it away. So she simply sighed and brushed her hair from her eyes with her free hand.
"How gracious, be that way." She wasn't going to spend her time arguing. If he wanted to cause some sort of commotion, then she washed her hands. She'd given the opportunity. And she'd learned from Lyndon that giving people who clearly wanted an answer like 'oh but you truly shouldn't' got one tangled in a circle of arguments. Sometimes people had to ask for aid themselves, she wasn't going to break herself over it.
"There are bunks to wallow on, but I do hear wallowing in the streets is a sort of performance. How else will you get pity. Just, if you see a girl about my height with short red hair tell her Li-Ming is looking for her." she took a gold piece out of her pouch and held it in her palm. These credits could be as they liked. Sometimes, gold talked more. "I'll give you ten of it, but I need your word. People like you, they always tell you one thing and never make good on them. Much like your earlier promise, you'd finish before anything got actually done." She smiled. Lyndon would be proud of the joke. "Five now, five when I know you've actually done what I'm asking. And you cannot tell me gold is useless. It never is. Use it to clean your teeth for all I care."