[New clients, new village, new reality, and yet here she was taking the exact same steps that saw her killed before. At least here death wouldn't be permanent, but that does not lessen her anxiety. Adele nods and slides her hands into her coat pockets. Bluetooth. Cell Phone. Don't jump. All she needs now is Bartholomew.]

You've no need to apologize. It was presumptuous of me to say anything on a matter where I know so little.

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While I cannot join you in drinking said bourbon, I would not be adverse to helping you find it- also. I have asked this of Gambit, and he expressed confusion. Did you leave a bottle of wine in our kitchen?