[He might have been silent, but the mental cogs turning that leaked into his body language screamed recognition and pieces falling into place. It tickles something at the back of her mind, something she and Remy had spoken about a while ago, but his question interrupts that goose chase.]

Me tryin' to rejoin society and be less of a sad sack, ah suppose. Movin' forward and catchin' up on what's been happenin'.

[She doesn't want to say anything sappy about loss and love, so she simply pours them glasses and takes a longer drink to that.]

C'mon, let's sit. What's new with you?