In a way it's a familiar story - being a chosen few meant to save the planet. There had been five of them, though when he'd started this mission he'd thought that he would be a one man army. He listens with intent, enjoying the buzzing feeling in his head and the pleasant numbness in his fingers. This is the kind of thing he needs to unwind every so often.. even if..

"Well, shit." He pours her a new glass just as quickly as she finishes, figuring she's going to need it.

"You take the cake on sad stories there, I say. But here you're alive so.. I guess it's like a second chance, right?"

Silver linings?