“I can tell ya samfin I aint never been no baldly Princess, and as fer ve apple of samones eye, well who fackin’ knows. Vats ver past and ver aint no point in getting blaady maudlin’. Tears don’t pay ve rent or fer booze.” She shrugged and took a swig from her flask, coughing a little afterwards.  “I can tell ya a caple of tales, but vey aint mine.”<br/><br/>The woman let out another sigh, “Look lav I did me time, and more, and I don’t want ta be bringing back bodies on me back.” There was a pause, “Look I’ll cam a long but I aint facking chargin’ in and if I give that fackin bitch a piece of me mind I wont ‘ave anyfing left ap ver.” Storm tapped on the side of her head.<br/><br/>Her attentions were then on the other woman. The angry look seemed to pass over Storm as her feet went onto the table. “No choice….that’s shite,  jast take yer head outa yer pretty arse and take the hand ya have been dealt.<br/><br/>She just had another drink now ignoring the little meeper.<br/><br/>“So are we leaving? And by ve way any tears and I leave.”<br/>