"Mmm, yes, beer me, please," she agreed after some thought, "but I'm still going to judge your pantry stocking skills if those are the only two things you have in there."
Skye knew it had been awhile since the banter had been easy between them, but that didn't seem so important right now. Maybe she just didn't want to focus on that stuff tonight. Maybe the part of her that missed him was stronger than the part that constantly warned her to keep him at arms' length. Because he was dangerous. He'd betrayed them all. She'd almost died because of his boss and a lot of people had died because of him. The alcohol burning through her body made those reservations a lot quieter, though.
And the last thing she needed was more alcohol, even if it was only beer, but she wasn't exactly thinking clearly. What she probably needed was some food to soak up the alcohol or some water to rehydrate her. But at present, a beer sounded just fine.
"So, how are you?" she asked, looking around his place. She'd never been here, not since her arrival here in Lawrence. Or her re-arrival, she guessed. She'd been here before, but she didn't remember any of it.