He looked her over slowly, not appreciatively just examining her. She was young, not as young as Hope but the majority of his tribe was made up of hardened men of questionable morals and often none at all. Perhaps diversity would be good, or a disaster. The first aid thing was a seller though. Sure he had a Chet doctor and an Enk agreeing to help him out but in minor emergencies she'd be good to have.
If she was fast she may be able to avoid having to fight off a two hundred pound mongoloid, "You think you can handle yourself in a fight? You can waitress but can you handle it when things get out of control because they do around here, quickly and frequently? If you can there's a bar position I need filling up and I'll give it to you,"