Does my bartender take alien candy as tips? Because that's about all I've got.

[And she's more than willing to part with it, for an actual well made drink that she enjoys. Which it seems this guy has provided. She lifts it in thanks.

It's frustrating, really, her financial situation. Nadine has never been what one would call well off, but the private school she'd taught out paid perfectly comfortably. And then money hadn't really mattered, after the world ended. Now, though, she's just scraping by in a way she's never experienced before.

At least most of them are in the same position.]

It turns out a janitor's salary in the inter-dimensional apocalypse doesn't really leave much after car payments, rent, and microwave dinners.