Carol sensed the reluctance, but nodded and reached for a coffee mug (a signature at Pancho's now), filling it with a little bit of whiskey before grabbing one for herself and filling her own mug up to near the top. She slid the emptier mug to Mara and took a drink from the other.
"Careful." She remarked nodding to Goose. "He doesn't seem to like you." Goose was keeping his distance for now, which Carol figured was a good sign.
"So what's your story, Mara? Where are you from? Who did you kill or fuck to get you here?"