"Killed?" She blinks, surprise in her voice. "I don't know." She shakes her head. "One, two perhaps. Not many have died. I don't know. Some fae but who cares for them? I have paid for my drink. I do not have enough to finish them, not unless they make me a present of it all."

Occasionally, the gang have let her drink beyond her time. It's not often, but it's an easy solution if they want her completely out of it.

"I don't know if they die later, after me. Don't know. I don't want to know. It's not nice to be a murderer, you know?"