Skwisgaar slipped away and went inside, making a bee-line down to the downstairs bar and walked behind it.
It wasn't exactly embarrassing for him to explain why he did what he did, because he'd been on heroin for most of his life. He had no trouble even admitting it. But when it came time to explain it to someone - especially someone whose world probably had nothing even remotely close to it - he was at a loss.
Once finished, he slipped back upstairs, and back out to her side, nodding. "I sorries on dats. I wasn'ts feelings too good, was gettings on a sours stomachs. Betters now."