"Yeah. No thanks to them though," Jaime replied. "They probably don't even care if I'm alive." She shrugged like it didn't matter, but it always bugged her when she thought about it, or talked out loud about it.
She grinned. "What're the odds do you think of us finding more disowned children in bars?" She nudged him back with a grin of her own before she finished off her drink and set the glass aside. "Maybe I'll put up some notes on the bulletin boards or something. Seeking disowned children for club, inquire within."
Shaking her head, she looked around the bar again before fixing her pale blue eyes on him. "So what do you think of it here? In ... this time. Place. Whichever. Both."