"No problem," Aeon said, raising an eyebrow. "Happens to me all the time."
She watched the tall man light a cigarette and wondered exactly what percentage of her life in the City was going to be spent standing in alleys, waking up from death. Or fighting in alleys. Or being killed in alleys.
Bright green eyes focused on Sweeney's face. She'd seen the wobble.
"Are you drunk?" Aeon asked, a slight smile going with the question.