[with deep, deep rue] You're telling me.

[He gestures at the bartender to keep them coming. He's got plenty of money socked away for a rainy day, and this is goddamn pouring.]

[Blake muses into the empty glass] Doesn't make any sense. One of the most down to earth people I've run into on this rock...not even from fucking Earth.

[It's an immense weight of unreality bearing down on him. He finds it's better if he approaches it one glimpse at a time.]