Hell no! She's probably nuts!

You debate turning around and heading across the street, finding the girl. But you decide against it. What sense would it make for the girl to pick up the straight razor? She must be nuts, you decide. Hell, there's no one within miles of this town sa far as you know, nonetheless anyone dangerous.
You'd better stay away from her if you can help it.
You wander over to one of the chairs and sit down. Might as well take a load off. It's been a long day and you're been on your feet for a while now.
But what to do next?
Still thirsty, still alone, and now having to avoid the psychotic razor-wielding mystery woman, you're not sure what course of action is best.