"Of course not. If we can't get real bacon, why would we get real booze?"

He felt her sit down next to him rather than watched her; her shadow was suddenly there, casting over him before she sat down. Her shoulder was close, and without looking, he leaned over to bump his against hers, before shrugging. Talking about Epsilon hurt, but talking about it with someone who understood felt a little better. Misery screws company or something.

"You think everyone else is okay?" he asked quietly. If he can't save Epsilon, he can worry about the others at least.