John kept the flask held out in case she wanted it. He wasn't sure yet. With his other hand, he brought the cigarette up to his lips and took a drag.
"Knowing your own future?" he asked, looking from the memorial to her. "Probably not the best of things. Take that from someone who knows what it's like to play around with time..." he added. "Course, what do I know, eh?" he smirked, shaking his head. He decided to take another nip from the flask before offering it to her once more.
"As for the dead?" he paused. "Here's to their rest, here's to our health. And here's to what's left of our collective sanity"