"Yeah, I'd say that I'll pay you back when we get out of here but you'd bankrupt the Oblates trying to cash in that IOU. I can try drinking more, that makes me less likely act like Siri in public," he offered dryly, checking the level of his glass. "Makes it harder to pronounce the longer technical terms."
He should really go mingle elsewhere, he thought, noticing how Juno and Marco kept exchanging little secret smiles and glances. Plainly enjoying each other's company. It was nice, really, that people were still falling in love, and if that made him feel wistful or overstimulated, that was his problem. "How did you two meet, by the way?" he asked, his usual polite opener when dealing with couples. "Was it before you ended up here, or after, or...?"