Claire pours a double triple for both of them, then invites him to sit in front of the banked hearth. Drinks poured, she sits beside him so that they can talk properly and holds up her glass to his.

"To Scotland, then. Or at least my very small and likely inaccurate rendering of it." She smiles highly before taking a healthy sip, knowing when they leave the Horizon, they won't feel the effects of the alcohol at all.

"You know, I couldn't go back, before? When I was in my time and I didn't know Jamie'd lived. I avoided Scotland as though it might strike and take away the one piece of Jamie I had left if I dared to go." A very quiet and unspoken superstition. But she'd made her way back, otherwise, she and John truly would be strangers.

"Silly, to think a place could hurt you. And yet, Abraxas seems to be pushing the limits of what I believe."