She's silent for a moment. Pouring water from the tap hardly requires any sort of great concentration, but... she hasn't been well. Not since the sea monster, not since she was so foolish as get herself caught.

"How well have any of us been doing?" She sets the glasses on the counter, and pulls up a stool behind the bar. "I am alive, if nothing else. My housemate has vanished. New people have arrived."