Really?

[ This is not a man who is used to being heard. He blinks once, green eyes briefly cutting to the side. Welp, in for a penny, and all that. He stepped aside, using his watch to unlock the pub door. ]

Drinks are me, then.

[ He found a booth, mostly so he had a place to dump his box-- which would hopefully discourage anyone else from wanting anyone to join them, by it eating up at least one seat-- and slid in, before flagging some of the help to get an order in. He let the silence linger, as the bottles were brought, and he took a long drink before he spoke again. ]

I don't think we've had a conversation for more than ten minutes where a flood or some other-- event was involved, have we? I remember-- talking to you about the numbers, and your history, and I remember very clearly talking to you about-- not acting to change things. It made you really mad ...and you're kinda scary when you're mad. I'm guessing you're aware of that, though.

So--

Yeah, saying it straight when you're not terrifyingly angry, and I'm not wound up in a bunch of other people's issues all at once... yeah.

I believe you don't want to-- even hurt her, probably. She-- never really knew what to do to help you, did she?