She grabbed another shot off the bar. "You asked where I was from." She consumed the shot in a swift motion, turned back toward the bar and set the glass back upside down. "That freighter is a better example of a home world to me than any random planet circling any random star."
She picked up another shot glass full of liquor. "So, what is your story? Paying off a gambling debt turning wrenches? Are you......Into low class cheap trim? Cause this place if full of it....but no, you don´t seem like the type that goes for the cheap stuff, the free stuff I´m sure you go for, cause like....everyone does right? You don´t seem like you are running from anything," She let off enough of a ramble to make it seem the brew was having effect. She drank the shot in her hand, and set glass upside down on the bar.
"You are much to friendly to strangers to be running or hiding from anything."