( It's only now, finally, that he finally sees fit to do that shot of tequila he'd poured himself at the start of this conversation. It doesn't do much for him, he's got a tolerance that would alarm modern medicine, considering how human his organs are.

After he swallows, he busies himself with cleaning out the glass, cleaning up the lime. Cleaning. Something to do with his hands. Always cleaning up. )

I did. She, uh- the daughter of the owner, I guess this was more her bar than mine... She was here, too. Right up until we got back from- you know. The whole... mass hallucination, alternate reality... whatever it was.

( Jo appreciated it, he thinks. All the little details he missed, she filled in for him. They're all still here, even though she isn't anymore. )