For Chainsaw

It's been a month, give or take, since Jasmine.

Doll isn't sleeping too poorly. Getting absorbed in her work helps; so does the punching bag she found in the Bar's gym.

She's gone a few rounds with said punching bag, which explains why she's sitting in a booth with bloodstained knuckles--Doll doesn't believe in gloves--and a glass of vodka.

(The drink is more to give her something to do with her hands. She is still on her guard here.)