Thaw Me Out.

The man’s accent was peculiar indeed. Something she had never heard before. Cream tipped ears pushed toward him as he spoke.
”Always singink. Good for soul. And who are you, miss? You sing?”
He took a long drink from his flask, then offered her some. Sawyer flinched, his tail rattling a small bit, as he observed the item in full. His tongue flickered out as he sensed the foreign object. Before she would answer him, she took a taste of the substance. A small sip, and as the harshness of it hit her tongue, she giggled. Sawyer’s beady eye’s looked from the flask to her, then back at the large man.
”Why, I don’t fancy myself a professional. But I enjoy singing.”
Her melodic voice was singsong while she merely spoke, and while it was her vanished family that urged her to sing more, she hadn’t sang in quite some time. Not because it was too hard for her emotionally, as it was her beloved father who cared for her voice the most - no. It was simply because the viper did not usually keep her audience for long.
”I am Amelia, and this is Sawyer, good sir. And what is your name?”
She gestured to her Pygmy snake as she addressed him, the creature then following suit with a polite nod and a shake of his noisy tail.