It's not just for him and her eyes sharpen a little when he says that, but she doesn't bother denying it. The truth is that she'd started keeping liquor in her room for him back months ago, a year ago, almost, and then it had been for Alfie, and now-

Now the stockpile she'd made over the year is dwindling, but still there. There's still a half finished bottle of rum that will never be drained because Alfie is gone, and there's still nearly a full bottle of whiskey because Tommy doesn't come here to drink.

She turns away and goes to get the whiskey out, sets it and a glass on the holochess table like she had when they were only friends, like she had when he was covered in mud and just returned. It's familiar, and maybe that's good after the kind of breach they've just gone through.

"Have you spoken to Hope yet?"