<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/HappyPunk03.jpg)</div>Happy snorted amiably at Anastasia.<br/><br/>"Feh.  Your lot tend to be seen as imperialist conquerors, by most of their neighbours over there.<em>Here</em>, of course, we're all seen as Eurotrash Slavs together!"<br/><br/>She winked cheerfully, just before the old-timer approached - and received an expert once-over.  Radiation poisoning, cheap medication, and expensive drugs?  The bite of her lip that ensued was not prompted by fear or distaste, but to hold back her desire to start providing him with medical advice.  Treatment, sadly, was beyond her current resources even if she could find a way to talk him into accepting it.<br/><br/>Instead, she pushed herself to adjust her expression a little, turning the lip-bite into something more playful as she nodded supportive agreement with Anastasia's words.<br/><br/>"Ya, ya.  No drugs.  Just fishnets and fun by the hour."  Fortunately, leaning slightly out of the window of the van next to Anastasia's external perch, little save part of her jacket and her punk hairstyle were visible.  "Synth-caf strongest thing we have."  If the poor burn-out wanted the rest of her part-drunk driving fuel she was quite willing to take pity on him, though she suspected that he'd be keen to move on in search of far stronger hits.