Five minutes is all she needs to spill her life story to a stranger. Well, the parts that strangers don't want to hear about, at least. His attempt to get her off the street yelling about whores is certainly working, but all this means is that she's going to continue oversharing with him in a less public place.

"Rum! Or whisky!" She specifies, but honestly she'd drink anything they put in front of her at this point. And to Qilby, "Dunno, makin' no promises. But hey, you seem pretty fuckin' buddy buddy with all the elves here, don'tcha? Thought they didn't like Blackflight. Or any flight. Didya do some snugglin' an' asskissin' or what?" Not that she's complaining, since that now means she can finally get a goddamn drink. But she's certainly curious, and when she's curious about something, she's going to just go right ahead and ask.

So when she then also notices that his sleeve looks pretty empty, she's going to ask about that too, even though that's probably something personal. "You missin' an arm? Did it get eaten?" Because you know, that's usually the reason for missing limbs and all.