She leans her elbows on the bar, mulling that question over for a second before concluding:

"It's good. I feel like a valuable member of society, I have money, I get to work with two great guys," Hi Casey, have a mildly playful look. "There's music and I don't have to wear a neon orange uniform or a hat with a cow on it. These are all things of the good."

Unfortunately the reference to the Doublemeat Palace reminds her of how Spike used to come and meet her on her breaks... which always ended up longer than they were supposed to be. And now Spike's here where she's working and the memory is bringing a minutely noticeable blush to her cheeks. She clears her throat, standing up straight again. "So, can I get you anything?"

That question did not help.