She actually did believe that, for all she teased him about all brawn and no brains. He'd lived on the street, and that took a lot of brains if you didn't want to die. It made people wary, suspicious, and smart, or it made them dead. She preferred the former.

"I'll just have a cider," she decided. "At least for now. We get too much into the past and I might switch to vodka."