[she's bundled up, with a scarf wrapped around her head under her hood and another around her neck, and a winter coat that she's slashed holes in the back of to accommodate her mechadendrites as best it can, but which barely buttons in the front.]
Oh, a drink sounds lovely, but I'm really here for the food, dear. I'm beginning a two-day fast tomorrow, for the Sanguinala—an important holiday, where I'm from.