"As t'you," Perrine replied, her gaze down at the table as she felt the buzz of the alcohol growing in her mind. It made her a little looser and she found she kind of wanted to talk to someone- and since there was this man sitting across from her at this table, she might as well strike up a conversation. She half-considered asking him what he was doing here, but then scoffed at herself. This was a tavern, he had a drink before him, he was alone- he was trying to drink away his woes, like her. "Let me buy you a drink," she offered, and if he questioned her, she replied, "I feel like talkin' to someone, even if that someone doesn't really listen or reply, and it's the least I can give for the talking-your-ear-off I'm about to do."