Asha eyed the rifle with approval, having seen similar weapon in the towers of Stonehammer in the hands of decidedly trigger happy guardsman, wondering silently if the woman before her had more reserve. "Please, just call me Asha," She told her with a warmer smile, taking another swig from the flask before tucking back under her coat.
She eyed Anya's canines with a tilt of her head, wondering briefly if it was her imagination or if they were unnaturally lengthened? It would be nice to find other muties, or at least a place where being one won't get me strung up by a mob and killed. "So, have you lived here all your life?" She asked casually, admiring the sunset from behind her glasses, looking forward to the approaching darkness when they would be no longer necessary. "Compared to Stonehammer this place is down right-" She hesitated, finding the words droll, and quaint to seem a bit demeaning, "Tame and laid back, it's quite a change from what I'm used to." She confessed, patting the tower top next to her.
"Feel free to take a seat, I don't bite, well not unless a pretty girl asks me to, and even I'm gentle." She said with a wink and giggle.