➫ MUTT would argue that she's the one who made her way to his barn, stepped right in and sat on his couch, so what else could she be here for? But he senses that's not really the point, his place was free for anyone to crash in, wanting to talk or not. "Uh. Yeah, you got ID?" He gives her a knowing look, before he shrugging in defeat and wandering over to his fridge. Being the local drug dealer wasn't exactly a great stance to hold moral authority here, so Mutt just goes ahead and hands her a cold one, opening two, the other for him. "If I give this to you, will you tell me what's up?"