"You're right, though I'm not sure I'd consider booze to be necessary for survival. Physical, at least. Mentally? Sure." She gave a shrug as they turned one more corner, and Jo led him across the street to Lou's.
"None taken, I get it. And you're right, there are some people here from different worlds or times, and you always feel kind of bad for them. Like we take for granted this sort of thing." Jo gestured to sort of indicate the entire situation and place they were in.