Sophie stepped inside, looking vaguely out of place. "I'm sorry, Gar," she said, sounding like a robot trying to comfort someone. There was no empathy behind it; she was just saying it because that was what people said at times like this. "You stopped by the house?" She wondered if he'd looked around, or gone straight to Rose's room.
She shook her head at the offer. "I'm not thirsty." It seemed strange for Gar to be drinking beer. She tended to think of him as her age, if not younger. Apparently liquor stores didn't card for maturity.