Remy let his knees touch the ground - he'd drag a chair over soon enough. He rubbed at his forehead again. He could still feel the cloud of smoke and alcohol around him, clogging up his head. But even if all that hadn't been filling his head, he probably still wouldn't have understood the situation much better.
"She... she's a tough cookie. She gon' be okay." There were many times when Remy was quite glad of his ability to lie to effortlessly, and his confidence edged out into his voice, no matter how false.