"You don't say." He told her sarcastically with a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. He loved the way she dressed, but who wouldn't? Unless they were dead.
"I'm feelin' alright. Just bumps and bruises, you know, a few cuts. Had worse before." He wasn't being an ass it was just the truth. He'd gotten a little shrapnel in his arm that he'd pulled out with some pliers when he had gotten home. It wasn't too bad and it was covered up nice with the long sleeve of his shirt.
"Bet that comes in handy." He said as the waitress dropped of the bottle, glasses, and her drink. He poured her a couple of fingers of Jack into a glass for her and poured the same into one of his own. "See if this is like your juice stuff." He raised his glass to her and clinked hers before downing it and slamming the glass on the table.