"I don't drink," Ringer replied almost automatically, as if an obvious explanation for why his charm doesn't work on her. Instead of the fact that it kind of does, but she's too paranoid to let it really get to her. She glanced down the alley, the way she'd been heading before the interruption, and then back to the man again.

"What's your name?" She asked, not entirely sure why she wanted to know. The better idea would be to suggest he walk away. But she was frustrated in her life and he was something new.