"Are you new here?" Merlyn asked. It would make sense, but everyone took different amounts of time to adjust to the island. It'd taken her months to truly believe it wasn't all some kind of trick. "What did you have to cower from back home?" She asked, curiously.
"Thank you, but I, uh, can't actually drink. I'm not..solid." Merlyn put her hand through the bar to demonstrate what she meant. It was one of the harder things about being dead. She missing feeling the sun on her skin, tasting food, all of it. "I came to have people to talk to."