That glazed look, Nyx knew it. Fuck did he know it.
"I'm incredibly generous." Nyx commented with a slow smile, while watching her examine the drink and swirled what he offered. It was the good stuff. Strong and caused people to get comfortable. It was some alien booze that was brought back. Nyx's hope was to get Leia at least talk a bit, so she could get what was on her mind off her chest. The liquor should help. Normally helped. "Ah ah ah ah." Nyx commented. "Not a sipping drink." Nyx commented. "You're drinking with a soldier." Nyx poured himself some booze in his own glass. Bottle set down, he shifted his glass and tapped her glass swallowing the liquid. Setting his glass back down, he commented followed her next statement.
"Yes ma'am." He commented. "You are very correct." Carefully moving about behind the bar he glanced away from her as he touched some bottles deciding what he was going to do next. "Since.." His eyes looked sad as he glanced up. "People just have been not themselves the last handful." Nyx shook his head and approached Leia again pouring himself another drink and adding more to Leia's glass. "Tonight we drink for those gone." Nyx said with a grim grin. "It's at least what some of them would want." Nyx shrugged some then swallowing his liquor again, the burn sliding all the way down.
Going back to his agenda, Nyx glanced, and bulldozed into the conversation. "I know the look. Loss always sucks no matter when, how, what, or where." His head dipped. "You're in friendly company to that feeling."