You offer her a drink.

"Would you like a drink?" You ask her

"Sure. I heard slavers operated a lot around here, are you one?" She asks, slightly worried.

"I'm not a slaver, but I sell to them... Not people, but food and guns." You reply honestly.

"If you say so. Thanks" You hand her a glass of water that You had purified this morning. It was rare to see pure water, but your purifier worked a charm.

"I've not seen you since i was 18, that was 2 years ago. I remember you asked me out before it happened." You sigh, remembering the love.

"Yeah."

"Oi, Dmitry!" Someone's at the door. You open it to see a slaver and his slut in handcuffs.