Sara chuckled. "Between you an' me, Mister, that was a fuckin' lousy shot. I wus aimin' fer his heart!" She said softly. She shrugged and indicated her bottle. "A'ready bought an' paid fer, but if'n yu want ta join me yer welcome, and when that one dies, yu can get thuh next one in..." She grinned. She pulled makings from her pocket and rolled a slim cigarette. "Got a light, Mister? I'm fresh out."