Despite her appearance, the bar was dead enough that she, surprisingly, didn't attract much attention. Her gentle nudging only earned a snort from the shabby-looking man sleeping at the table, but the sound of the box, being set down caused him to jerk awake. "S'whazit?" he mumbled, blinking blearily, half-listening to her words as he attempted to drink from his empty mug. "F'Kevin shent ye? Whash he wan'? Ziz'box fer meh?" he asked... apparently, as he looked at the box she'd set down. With his half-mangled hand, he hefted it, and started inspecting it - despite his slurred words, his attention seemed sharp on the box. "Thizz's good schtuff. Good lock, good box. Veeeery good." He paused, and seemed to take notice of her for the first time. "S'not's good's you, though."