Meg accepted the drink, taking a sip slowly. She ran her finger along her bottom lip, more to see his reaction than any actual need to clean her mouth.
She nodded slowly at this. "So, just Sammy? How's that whole no-balls thing going? He get his soul back yet?"
She wasn't sure of everything that was happening, but she was starting to pick up on the fact that not everyone here was coming from the same point in time despite coming from the same place.