Just as Sandor is expecting, Wrench does exactly that. It startles out of him with a note of uncontrolled surprise, less truly amused than he is shocked at the story he's being told and the fact that the man across him is willingly giving it up. It's enough, for a second, to erase the fears that had plagued him earlier. The creeping realization that he's well and truly alone, and has been for a lot longer than he'd care to admit.

The involuntary sound is a lot less deep than someone might expect based on Wrench's stature alone. It's a soft tenor that manages, for half a second at least, to make him seem a lot younger and a lot less troubled by what he's been through than he really is. Then the sound is gone and Wrench is cradling his glass.

Punched off a cliff? And that's the last thing you remember before you woke up here? What'd you do to her to deserve that?