'Coffee, please,' Liberty replied. She could tell that Alexander was very far from being his usual self, but it would do no good to draw attention to it, because he likely knew it as well as she did. Maybe Liberty wasn't herself either, but she couldn't tell how much of that was down to worry, and how much was just because she didn't think he'd appreciate her being talkative and theoretical when he was clearly feeling dreadful.
'I told him that,' she said after Alexander had explained about Philip. 'Or I told him to make sure you looked after each other, at least. Got home safe.' She hadn't wanted to overstep, and if she was honest she hadn't really wanted to go out in the middle of the night to find them. She'd trusted that together they'd find their way back to the house.
The living arrangement seemed odd, but then she shook her head. 'If he lives somewhere else, usually, that house is probably bare right now, or full of space station junk.'