Sonya reaches over and gives him a playful slap on the back.
"You young enough and healthy, you'll be fine in a day or two."
Her lips form a thin line, wrapping her hand around her drink, the glint of a gold, ruby encrusted wedding ring on her hand reflecting the noon day sun.
"Not too friendly I'm afraid. I'm more than positive that Tsung will show up here one day, would hate to loose the first friend I've made here."
She raises her tumbler. "Here's to new beginnings, may they last."