"If it's the best, I better come and try it then. How's your martini?" There were a few places he'd gone back home that made fine martini's, but it was a skill. Right amount of ice, olive juice if it was dirty. He liked them dirty.
"Oh right, you're from the same place as X. It's hard, isn't it? Worrying about your friends when you know you can't do anything for them. My selfish side was glad when my friend Abs showed up, even though it would be better for her to still be at home."