[She really isn't sure what she was expecting. Honestly, she hadn't really put any thought into what he carries around in that bag. But the truth of the situation is a little shocking. Not that things like mass quantities of drugs or weapons bother her at this point in her life.

But she still arches an eyebrow as she glances back over at him. Her hand fishes into the backpack, pulling out one of the bottled liquids.]

They're not the usual sort men toss in my lap for a good time.

[But she doesn't seem to have any problem with them. There's a smirk forming as she examines the little bottle, before tossing it up to him.]

But before I pick something in here at random that we can enjoy, you've got to tell me. Why do you carry this many drugs around with you all the time?

[The gun and knife she can get.]