"It's pretty good," she agreed. "Not my favorite, but not bad." She glanced up at the sound he made, looking vaguely amused as he inhaled his cigarette.
"Fair enough," she replied, opting not to point out he'd sort of opened the door to that one. "For the record, I was neither in jail nor an asylum before I woke up here," she said. "Definitely not in the morgue," she added with a grin.
"And no, I don't know you either, but how do you get to know a person if you don't ask questions?" She pointed out. "Sorry to hear about the crazy though," she added, unsure if he meant like, crazy-crazy in a clinical way, if he was drunk talking and thought he was crazy, or crazy like this place drove him that way.
Not that she guessed it mattered in the end. They were both here, right?
"So where were you from, if that's not prying?" She asked, brows lifting as her lips tugged briefly again into a grin.