"Sumthin like that, yeah." He replied, eyes narrowing a bit. Ok, maybe her laying in the street somewhat dead wasn't that strange when one considered the fact that Sweeney had died and ended up here shortly thereafter, enough to lead him to believe that perhaps this was a strange sort of hell. An afterlife where the strangest shit all got mixed together.
A bloody fucking melting pot, was what it was.
"Why, 's there a problem with that?" He suddenly really, really wanted a smoke. And a drink, but he doubted with the way he left the bartender was going to let him have another anytime soon. At least not on this day at this bar. However, cigarettes he did have. Wobbling a tad, he pulled a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, stuck the cigarette between his lips and lit it.
Hopefully she didn't have a problem with smoking. Or drunken men. Otherwise she might pull that gun back on him and that was really not something he wanted to deal with when he was too far off his tit to run away.