“I know yeh would,” Sid answered, taking a sip of the fresh drink; he was starting to feel warm, relaxed, as the alcohol did its work. It was easier to talk now, and some of the tension was leaving him.
“Yeh’d probably like her,” he mused, looking up a bit. “Sassy girl, my sister. Surprisingly good shot, too. Must run in the family.” He’d spent a lot of time at shooting practice with his sister and his two best friends; they were good memories.
"And on the very rare chance I don’t…" She began, seriously doubting it would be like that, "I’m not here much anyhow…"
Still regardless, she had the resources, and dedicated every single one to helping her friends and family. It was all she could do, even if she rarely owed favors. She shifted in her seat, unsure of what to say, and maybe the comfortable silence was what they needed.