"Fuck you, that's my rent," Maeve answers with a snort. She'll pay for herself, but she's not about to buy food for some guy she just met, even if she does think he's kind of cool in a fucked up way.

She's used to barely making any money, barely being able to buy food besides some shitty tea bags and cup noodles. Tacos are kind of a luxury, one she wouldn't have gotten for herself much back home and not only because Moordale wasn't exactly the height of cultured cuisine.

"So what's your deal, then?" she asks as they walk. "You just go around making friends with all the nicest people in Darrow or what?"