"I cheated," Ali confessed, "I lurk online more than I post." At least she no longer had to deal with the terrible temptation to google herself, which had never led anywhere nice.
Ali grabbed a cup for Gert and began pouring. Before arriving, it had been a long time since she'd had a drink. She'd largely stopped when Tabby had and after things went bad, she mainly viewed alcohol as useful for its flammability and sterilizing property. Now that recreation had been reintroduced to her life, the occasional drink (or two) helped some of the walls she'd built around herself to dissolve.
"Yup," Ali replied, adding ice to the cup, "And you're Gert Yorkes, right? My mom taught you English." Ali knew her mom had been thrilled that Gert and her husband had made it safely and had undoubtedly cornered them to say so. Ali, on the other hand, held her curiosity at bay in favor of letting them settle in.
She offered Gert the cup, "You usually wear glasses, right?"