Kristen parked herself on a bar stool and ordered a beer. With a chaser. The barman looked dubious until Muzerela gave him a nod. "She just had a mess-up with some skollies. Needs a drink," he said. Scowling, the barman rudely pushed a glass across the bar. She didn’t waste any precious dollars on him, paying instead with what was almost the last of her rands. She needed to find Nasser and cut a deal on the bucks.