He chuckles as he takes a sip from his own drink, setting the mug back down on the table. He takes in her own outfit, the loose shirt but with tight shorts. Perhaps a dancer? He isn't too sure. He watches as the bar wench scurries off again, then down at his boney hand, "Perhaps you are right about that." He muses, then tilts his head to the side until a couple of audible pops come from his neck, "Ahh yes....that's been in there all day." He grins as he takes another sip of his drink.  He looks over at his new companion at her question, then reaches up to tap at the patch on his face, bone briefly scraping on metal, "This? Honestly, I'm not sure. It was there when I was awoken. It's likely covering the cause of my death. Probably a hole under there, so it was patched so I'm more public presentable." He says, shrugging as he takes another, longer pull from his mug.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>