[ Even as trashed as she is, she can read that look on his face, and she doesn't want it. It feels like being pitied, and she has been trying her damnedest to go about life here in Abraxas with a brave face, pretending like it wasn't her truth and she doesn't have to admit to it. She probably would never have said a word if he hadn't seemed so sad.

Though the conversation started as just idle question asking, her voice turns soft and terribly genuine. Not because she's trying to humor him, but because she means it. ]

What was it? Your life? [ Then, so as not to seem prying without giving in kind, she adds, ] Part of my domain, the back half, it's just this big, empty warehouse. I can't figure out why. Maybe that's where the people stay when I ain't here.

[ She smiles and sips from the bottle, raising it to him. ] We're still here. We'll make the best of it.