"Yeah, yeah - I was a deathly woman for a while, I know," she assures him, because as much as she has experience with a lot of unnatural death that has left its mark on her, she was raised to think of it as a beautiful, natural, transitional thing herself. Her relationship with it is different than most from back home.

She eases down next to him, eyes steady on the ledge and careful in her movements, but join him she does. And she'll trade her bottle for his.

"I just grabbed the fullest bottle I had," she admits, sniffing his. "I'd apologize for using you for helping me get rid of it, but I'm prepared to do my share."