[Meryl lifts her brows, pinning Razlo's head down with a skeptical look. She makes it all of five seconds before cracking a smirk.]

You would know.

[To Livio's question, Meryl shakes her head.]

You don't need to worry about me. I've dealt with worse back home. At least people here are actually friendly. And don't reach for a gun when I enter the bar.