"That sucks," Alisha supplies sympathetically, like the true 20-year old degenerate she is.

She's definitely making her say 'fuck'.

She nods and gestures Angel over to a food stall. "Yeah. This place. They sell roasted meat on a stick with some potatoes and shit and it's good and it didn't make me sick or make me want to fuck uncontrollably. Sound good to you?"