"Sure?" she suggested, sighing. She hauled her bag over to the bar, and went behind it, doing a quick mental inventory of things. Mostly she was thinking about what would burn well and what wouldn't. She saw a little paring knife, but she didn't take it. If this was here, then there were probably better weapons elsewhere, and she still wasn't quite sure what the environment was like. She got herself a soda and leaned on the bar from behind it, eyes on the other man in the room. "So, you got a rundown for me, Sandwich Guy?"