[ He watches her lounge with something bordering on approval, maybe even respect. She has the air, at least, of someone who can take care of herself. Only time will tell if that's real or an act, he supposes.

But for now, he enjoys it. The crooked pull of her mouth, he thinks, is kind of cute though. ]

Yeah. I did. [ Briefly, he glances away from her and at his bandaged arm. Remembering. ] You know, he's pretty good at this shit, for an old-timey guy.

[ He glances back at her. ]

The booze helps, you know. Takes away the pain.