She's sitting at the bar in the South Side. The candles flicker, and she sips from her cup. She looks up at the person sitting next to her, but quickly looks away, as if looking at somebody was wrong. She swallows hard and takes another swig from her cup. "Mutants are getting to be stronger and more resilient. Might want to get yourself a better weapon." She mutters to the person next to her, gesturing to their pistol.