Watches Myitt stumble, then sighs and leaps down. She walks behind the bar and begins to rummage for a coffee pot. The Bartender pulls one out of a cupboard under the bar, and plugs it in, fiddling with the dials trying to turn it on. Shal sighs again and walks back out from behind the bar, and looks wearily at Myitt. "The thing is, I don't know if I have a ship. I don't know if I want it if I do have one...it could be, ah, bugged. So thanks for the offer, but I'll sit pretty until whatever's coming for me comes."
She watches the bartender fiddle with the coffee pot a bit longer a moment longer, then reaches over the bar and thuds it with her fist. The bartender looks up at her as the machine turns on. Shal mutters "You're welcome...always a gracious one, you are." She shrugs and climbs up onto a chair and pulls herself back into the rafters, resuming her former slumped position above the main entrance.