"Especially since they like screwing with us." She's a bit bitter about her time here.

His question makes her pause. She has to take a moment to count back, and realizes something.

"Hell, six months." She shakes her head. "Beginning of October I got here. Beginning of March now." She finishes emptying the still, pushing the bottles to the side. She grabs the hose and fills the small pot of mash to keep it boiling. "Place keeps you on your toes."