Me smiled faintly at being called young. Instead of correcting him, however, she sat, looking more like a self proclaimed teenaged rebel being invited to sit at the grown up's table and warily accepting. The immortal looked out at the windows.
"Looks like the day before," she stated. He could interpret that however he wished. "I'm Me."
Me sat up in her chair and looked over the bar for something to drink. She plucked herself a glass and then poured herself some of his brandy. She didn't immediately drink from it, however, nor did she pour too generously from the bottle. "Are you a religious man?" she asked.
He wore robes and had a bible next to him, so she asked. Robes didn't always mean religious but frequently on Earth they did, particularly when paired with a bible. Me hadn't asked for his name. The significance of them had been lost on her.