Spend your youth in bars picking fights? [ It's a wonder Jim even still has a face, given his pre-career proclivities and what he does now. For a while the only sounds, boots on snow, his own breath, are over-loud as he tries to concentrate on something besides freezing, biting wind. ]

Huh?

[ Oh, Steve again. ]

Not really, [ Jim says. ] We kept saying we were gonna get a beer or something, but it never happened. I live in Wyver, though.