"None taken." He leant back against the bar, arms folded. "And I'm a bartender, TMI's in the job description." Seemed to be, anyway. He'd learnt over the years, if he didn't feel like being someone's agony uncle, he shouldn't take jobs in bars.
"Nice to meet you, Karrin." He smiled again, more softly. "I'm Carr. Two 'r's." People tended to look at him funny, otherwise. Or spell his name like the thing with four wheels.