"Oh, yes. Perfectly well, thank you," he assured her. He was still a little bit bruised, but it was nothing he wasn't used to. He wasn't sure when he'd last had nothing wrong with him, nothing hurting. It was all part of the job, really. He barely noticed it now.
He gave her a bit of a smile, and then leaned forward to take a sip from the opposite side of her glass, his fingers brushing against hers slightly as he steadied the glass. And then he pulled back again, and gave her a little nod.
"Mm, yes. About two years ago, island-time. And then again a few months ago. I lose track. It just keeps dropping me off and bringing me back," he told her. "You... were born on the island, weren't you?"