"So do I, but anythin' I got that needs doin' will probably be easier to do once I'm at least three more sheets to the wind," she says flippantly, waving off his whistle. She barely feels her last three drinks at all, but she is starting to at least.

"Hmm, well..." she trails off, pausing a bit to pick her words carefully. "What if she don't pick 'em at all? Say she just gets who she gets and she's gotta try and get them on her side. Would explain why some don't work with her, at least."

The bartender silently returns with her drinks and she picks one up to take a sip. "Maybe we oughta ask Gyre what he's gettin' out of it," she says, tone making clear that she doesn't actually want to ask that at all.