She looked at this man pointing the gun at her and smirked. "I think I know you." she said hazily, stumbling back and forth. "And does it look like I gots money mister?" she asked. She was covered in dirt and her feet were blistered, the scar on her neck glistened in the sun and she stunk of Whiskey. "I spend my money on liquor... and I just dropped it." she frowned again.
She looked at Pat "Aint you gunna do nothing?"