There was something about her smile, something that didn't quite meet her eyes, and Constantine was broken enough himself to recognize it there. But he was also smart enough to not ask about it outright.
The drinks though, he downed another shot before he even considered speaking again.
Turning in his stool, he offered her a slightly drunk side grin as he asked, "So what was happening in your world before you got thrown here with the rest of us?" Vallo seemed to pull people from their lives during awkward circumstances, he was learning. Everyone had a story.