A snort of laughter at that; he could sympathise. Sometimes if the night was really good, the things you lost stayed missing. He'd almost be distressed by that fact if it didn't seem a fair price to pay for a fucking good time. "Well, we'll walk. Grab a few. Maybe see where the night drags us, if she's game," he confirmed with a grin. He fell into step with her as they walked, hands in his pockets, that jittery energy coming off him in waves as ever. "I'm a Londoner. Long way from home."