Minus the mobsters it's all but reminiscent of medical school meals. [The laugh she gives is somewhat forced, but it's an attempt at levity at the very least. More than she should be able to manage. Honestly as long as she has her bottle of gin and access to a cushion to sleep on and some water, she'll be fine.]

I had no trouble with them once I entered the building. Most seem content to mill about the plaza or make their way into the bar.