[ As someone who's had a drink in a bombed out building before, Steve doesn't seem at all deterred or put off by the state of the tavern. It's a miracle the place is still open with all the hits it's taken, but he figures that they're probably hurting for the business at this point.

With any luck, he and Geralt won't have to break up any fights this time, although that's always a possibility. He'll keep an eye out for any trouble just in case.

He nods to Geralt in quiet thanks as he pours himself a glass of ale from the jug, then takes a long sip from it. It might seem odd, the two of them indulging in alcohol that doesn't do them any good, but sometimes it's worth it to just go through the motions.

At the remark he gives a shrug of one shoulder. ] I guess you could say this isn't the first time I've had to adapt to a pretty sudden change, although this one definitely takes the cake.

[ He sets his pint down, then leans forward to rest his elbows on the tabletop. ]

Anyway, I could say the same about you. [ It's reassuring, Steve thinks, to meet up with friends of his and reassert who they really are in the here and now. In retrospect he's glad that Geralt invited him out. ] I wonder if the memories will get hazier with time. Kind of like when you wake up from a dream.

[ Distinct and vivid at first, but then before you know it you've forgotten all the finer details. ]