Nalia nodded as she took another swig of her cider, feeling the warmth from it as well, though it will not hit her nearly as hard as the Port will hit the newcomer. “Absolutely. We keep things fairly dry here, but you can shift to something more humid, or arid, or even freezing. All it takes is a single thought, and a touch of a button.” She smiled as she went back to wiping down the bar, moving a bit further away to clean up the areas where he wasn’t sitting, in hopes that more people will follow in behind him. She welcomed his company, having been bored to tears before his arrival, but she missed the hustle and bustle of a crowd.<br/><br/>When he mentioned there being no point to keeping his aim sharp, she stopped and pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “I mean, technically you don’t have to, but I would still keep top notch if I were you. You might not die here, but I’ve had a few assholes barge in here and cause a commotion in the past, and pain is still very much present. As long as you still remember what pain feels like, or have a damned good imagination of what a certain sort of pain might feel like, you can be shit sure you will be feeling it.” She put her rag down again and rounded the counter once more, taking a seat next to him on another stool and leaning back against the bar. “For example, I had a guy come in here once who had previously tried to blast his own brains out, in hopes of waking up somewhere else. He was knocked out for a while before some wizard or whatever came and magicked him back to functionality. He recounted the pain to me. It wasn’t pleasant from the sounds of it. So, yeah, I’d say keep your skills up to snuff if that’s something you’ve got in your arsenal. That, or just avoid a fight at all costs. When death is no longer a factor...most don’t bother to hold back.” She mentioned, thinking back to the broken service elevator when that knockoff video game character decided to wreck the place in his excitement. “Sometimes it’s slow here. Sometimes it’s total chaos.” She explained with a shrug, “if you’d like, I can show you how the anger rooms work. It’s not like I have anything pressing going on here.” She said as her eyes once again looked about the completely dead bar.