me?

MARTHY--Sure I will. T'anks. [She calls.] Hey, Larry! Little
service! [He comes in.]

ANNA--Same for me.

MARTHY--Same here. [LARRY takes their glasses and goes out.]

ANNA--Why don't you come sit over here, be sociable. I'm a dead
stranger in this burg--and I ain't spoke a word with no one since
day before yesterday.

MARTHY--Sure thing. [She shuffles over to ANNA'S table and sits
down opposite her. LARRY brings the drinks and ANNA pays him.]

ANNA--Skoal! Here's how! [She drinks.]

MARTHY--Here's luck! [She takes a gulp from her schooner.]

ANNA--[Taking a package of Sweet Caporal cigarettes from her bag.]
Let you smoke in here, won't they?

MARTHY--[Doubtfully.] Sure. [Then with evident anxiety.] On'y trow
it away if yuh hear someone comin'.

ANNA--[Lighting one and taking a deep inhale.] Gee, they're fussy
in this dump, ain't they? [She puffs, staring at the table top.
MARTHY looks her over with a new penetrating interest, taking in
every detail of her face. ANNA suddenly becomes conscious of this