"Well, for one thing, I'm not a gold digger," she says, crossing her legs and exposing some thigh and stocking. "So if you that's what you mean, you're wrong. And considering we're sitting in a juice joint, drinking some giggle water, doubt it's got anything to do with booze." She leans forward a little, elbow on the table and blows out some smoke lazily. "Now, if you're asking after a more personal nature, well, I don't know you well enough to answer that yet."