Jill, who's been entering the Lone Drunkard for the first time, as well as being grounded since she's lost her ship and without money to buy herself anything even close to a spacecraft, took a seat on one of the bar stools just in front of the bar-counter, muttering something to herself.
"What a piece of junk this station is ... I love it."
She ordered herself a glass of whiskey right away, before flicking out her smokes, putting one to her mouth and lighting it.