Sam's assessment was a flattering one, considering that the woman looked a disheveled mess and in no mood to walk anyone's catwalk, unless it meant possibly cold-clocking whoever stood at the end of it. Not that she'd have minded the positive review, oh no, considering Sam looked far more model-like and put together than she ever could on her best day.

A good looking woman and a bottle of booze. The day was looking better, already.

"I've always got a need. Question is what your need is, for it." Her smile quirks a little wider. If 'selling' isn't the word, then it's barter. Got to be. No one's giving anything away, not for the sheer kindness of it. That's not how it works.

"So. What'll you take for it?"