Mirta was curious, she might even be worried if she'd known him a little better. Downing various liquors alone wasn't a sign of a happy man in any system civilized or otherwise.
Reminded her of smugglers she'd known.
"This one wasn't always evil apparently. I believe it, but he is now, so...kinda has to die. Is it like that with yours...or your friends?"
She shrugged, "Either way, don't hate the place myself, Keepin' myself occupied with this place, working as a bouncer, beyond that already got myself a ready made bounty in Colonel Solo and even made a few friends. There's...nothing for me back home. Not anymore"