"That'd be me. Though you could try Mirta if you wanted, pretty sure I'm the only one and LA seems to be teeming with Sam's. Evil ones too" she joked and slid into the barstool next to him.
She smirked as he looked her over, she'd taken to wearing combats and a tank top with military boots and a long leather jacket. It was the closest she could get to feeling at home in this city and the jacket concealed her weapons, pair of guns, and at least four knives. It was a social engagement after all so she'd decided not to be showy.
"Whats good on this rock?" she asked "Or will we let the nice bartender who's business we'll be taking decide?"