"Well most days I'm lucky to break even, but thanks." She was slow with her own beer, she knew she'd be thirsty once the pizza arrived. "Trust me, you aren't missing out. I don't understand getting drunk. Headaches, missing memories, sounds like a bad mission."
Tilting her head she looked at him. "Then, have one. I mean, we are the same. The same people in costume or not, green or not. The identity thing, it's just so we can have some sort of life. Not normal really, but, something. If you want that, you deserve it. We can get you an identity and all that."