Samuel found himself impossibly grateful for the newcomer's arrival; it spared him the trouble of attempting an answer to the utterly bizarre questions and delusional assertions that were making their rounds of the table. Mere alcohol could not explain these things, of that Samuel was certain. He nodded a passingly polite answer to the greetings he received, feeling clearly ill at ease as he settled back into his chair. He ordered a beer from a passing waitress, hoping that would take something of this awkward edge off.
"Reflections," he repeated, a sneer in his voice. "Okay. Can I get some hummus down here?"