"Alright, alright, I got it..."
Sam would nod at her sister and give a sarcastic sigh. "I'm the one with the people skills here, I guess. Go figure." And she would stick her tongue out playfully before fishing out her crutches and standing them up to get herself up. "I'll be back in a minute, girls. Probably before the food." With a grunt, she would set her left leg forward and moved over to the bar. She intentionally sat next to the bearded man and leaned her crutches up against the bar to her right before asking the barkeep for the manager. They would nod and make their way to the back. This was when she would take her time to talk to the man beside her. With a grin, she would turn to him and nudge his arm. "Hey, dude. Your beard is really cool. You been growing it out long?" Yeah, that was her topic of conversation. She didn't even know what it was about beards that she even liked. Maybe it was how tough he looked. Compared to him, she probably looked like a child. And her injuries did no efforts to hide themselves, beyond the eyepatch.