"I can hunt. Like stuff besides demons- animals for food and fur and stuff. Mom was big on the wilderness survival. Camping in Canada in the winter, all that. If there's anything here to hunt, I mean. Otherwise, everything I'm good at- well. Not the best things to be offering for tradsies, you know?" she forces a bit of a smile and a chuckle at the end there. "But if being new and desperate gets me pity-booze, I'm not above pity-booze. Bring me the pity booze."