Leia did, indeed return to Earth as she was greeted with a glass of something that smelled like exactly what she needed, slightly glaze look focusing as her eyes turned to him, her smile wasn’t perfunctory, but there wasn’t much behind it.
"How generous-" Leia smirked as she took the glass and swirled the drink, tired joke or not it was still amusing. For a town that appeared to have limitless, free alcohol, it was still generally ordered much of the time, and people hadn’t descended into some sort of anti-social chaos as some might argue it would. She took a sip, and yes. That seemed about right. “Thank you.” She added, sure it was his job, but other than scavenging trips, how did she really, ever contribute to this world?
“Nyx, is that right?” She hoped, they’d exchanged passing comments previously, perhaps it’d been when she first arrived - one tended to know everyone here, even if you didn’t meet with them frequently. “It’s usually busier here, isn’t it?” She noted, glancing around, it was a more neutral sort of comment, but something more livelier had been her hope. Whilst Leia was assured in her ability to weather solitude, and there was nothing new to her about dealing with losses, and the loneliness that followed - it’d never been quite like this, without something else to keep her focus; a purpose, or a goal. "Though- I don't think I've ever been to Pancho's when there wasn't some kind of celebration going on." That made a big difference.