[Saxsice chokes a little at that, coughing a couple times as she hops back to the ground. It fades into a laugh, though, and she hops back onto her seat.] What, like, for money? Nah, not right now. Have been in the past, but it's -- complicated now. Can't bring people home.

[She waves a dismissive hand, steering the conversation away from that realm, not wanting to unpack the reasons to a relative stranger.] I own a bar. I have security and all that, but it's better to be able to take care'a yourself too, yeah?