"Need books. Sure, she could understand that. Books were a wonderful way to lose oneself. She smiled rather dreamily, lost in thought for a moment. At least the storm hadn't ruined her laptop; the laptop that held her manuscript she was still working to complete. There was a wonderful way to lose herself in the world of pretend. She could practically become her characters. No, not practically. She could.
"You play drums?" she asked, suddenly realizing he'd said something about drums. Could he not play due to his injury? It did seem rather difficult for him to move at all but that could also be because of the beating he'd taken from her. She almost uttered another apology before she managed to realize that she would just be getting annoying if she kept up. Of course she was probably already annoying. She often found that drunk people were annoying as hell and, while she was not drunk, high was nearly the same thing.