He wasn't too sure how to put it in words, but keeping secrets never turned out well. "Myself, mostly. Drifting a bit, more then usual. Trying to get it all straight, find my footing. Tracing it all back, to what I was." He sighed, "Went back for a bit. Shit's a mess over there." He shook his head sadly. "They're going after the history now. Museums gettin' torn up. Puts all this mess into perspective. Gotta sit down with Osiris soon, when we don't want to punch each other, figure some stuff out. Gotta be a way to help people."
"I'm gettin' political in my old age." He nodded at the bartender to get her a new drink, "anyway. Didn't know you liked vodka." Several millenia, and he was still figuring her out. "See the little one? Big noise for such a tiny little shit."