“Fuck if I know, Boss,” she teased, then laughed. Mostly because she didn't generally cuss. At all, really. But it was the perfect answer so it had to be uttered just so. She liked working here, it was a friendly place where people didn't ask too many questions and she always felt safe. Even when one of the regulars would think it acceptable to try to cop a feel when she was out from behind the bar. Inappropriate, sure, but mostly they were harmless.
She turned her head to look at him, wiping the bar in front of her with a rag. “Are you supposed to be working?” Oh, she knew. They all knew, but things were fine and if he didn't feel like they would manage.
Something was off. Luke looked... off. “You alright?” It normally wasn't in her nature to pry, but it really wasn't like him to wander into the bar, late, looking like he'd run over by a freight train, patched up and sent on his merry way.