He gave an idle shrug, "bits. They're hidin'. It ain't great for us over there, but they do what they can. Harder when all you are is a memory. Here, at least we get some worship. Just history there."
He took his own drink and sipped from it. "Good. I got knocked on my ass by vodka. Not a great memory."
He understood she didn't have much of his gifts left. She was here, it seemed enough. Smiling he went to curl his fingers around hers. "good. Hows your evening so far?" asking how she was could be treacherous, and they were doing alright so far.