"Yeah, but... it's different, I guess. Serving, bartending. Though you've got safety, with that. More witnesses. If I tried something like scratching someone's eyes out, well..." she laughs grimly, "what difference does one more dead hooker make in the world, right?"

She knew how dangerous her job could be, angry clients, just being on the streets alone at night put her at an awful risk.

Still, her curiosity is peeked about Skip.

"I never want anyone's pity, though. And I'll tell 'em to take it back."