Hey, in the end, we're all just tryin' to get by, you know? [She sure does. Really, it's one of the reasons why she ended up here, though Nessa did it by choice.]

One sec. [She leaps up to settle her behind on the counter area of the food cart, trying not to jostle anything too much. Fidgeting just a little, but those whirring drumsticks are on her knees, not the cart, as promised.]

I'll be quiet, or if ya need a distraction, gods know I can chatter with the best of them.

[Mostly, she's letting him set the pace. She knows the barest of minimums about snakes (though she likes them), and she's not entirely sure if he's entirely coherent after 'dinner'. Even if said dinner's not going to last long.]