[ She does, in fact, tap her own glass to his, and takes a sip. If the alcohol here were more palatable she'd be going much faster, but it's better not to be overwhelmed.

There is no prepared captain-y speech, though. Not even an un-captain-y one. She just wanted to talk to someone who'd understand, and things are rough with Prax at the moment. Besides, he's... a good, present father. It's a little different. But at least with him she wouldn't have had to explain why she was so distressed at the moment. Not from scratch, at least. ]

Back on the Cant... none of us really talked about our pasts, you know? I think most of us, if not all of us, were running from one thing or another.