Skwisgaala was right where she'd been for the past hour or so, sprawled across a couch with a guitar in her lap, playing even with a cigarette in her fingers and a bottle of booze on the side table, the empty one had been traded not too long ago.
She arched a brow up at the voice, "Ja? What's you is want about?" This was followed by a grin that would have been a leer on the male version's face, "Oh hellos."