"Sure, why not," she said. It had been, oh, a billion years since she'd just shared a beer with someone? Something like that. Felt like it, at any rate. Listening, she nodded, seeing the scar there on his neck. Pretty impressive one at that.
She winced when he spit it out. "Well shit. And here I was looking forward to the time honored tradition of sharing a beer with a cute guy at the bar. Guess I'm not that lucky," she said, teasing.
"How new?" she asked curiously. "And ghouls. Can't tell if that name comes from someone watching too many horror films or someone who just listened to too much death metal in their time. What are they like besides cruisin for death the old fashioned way?"