"Well, it could be a lot worse," she says, reasonably. "I could still be bouncin' at Warrior's, dealin' with all the ne'er-do-wells comin' to make trouble for Guy Gardner. Lord knows the man was trouble enough just on his own."

Her sunny smile is back; she draws a glass of water for herself and lifts it to him in a loose toast. "And then I wouldn't have been able to meet such fine company here, now would I?"