"You can't get me to give you booze, so you ask me for money instead? I gotta hand it to you, kiddo, you've got balls." York lets out a laugh, actually sounding a bit more like herself for once. She slings the rag over her shoulder, planting her hands on the bar, and raises an eyebrow at him. "All right, all right, I'll bite. Mmm...I guess I miss havin' places to go. That aren't, y'know, scummy bars. And weather. Actual weather."