"I--" was he there? Mark certainly seemed to think so, and she hadn't reacted to him like a new stranger in need of help. That she gave him a few answers seems to be her own general helpfulness--the kind of person who answers when asked a question, even if it's an odd one.

Kira leans against the counter a ways from her work, examining the bottle in his hand. He'll drink it later: kind of dire circumstances to get drunk in the public floor of a communal space, with some kid who hasn't acquired the taste trying to cook a few feet away. "I don't think I was; they only last so long," he guesses, trying to find an answer that doesn't make his situation so obvious. There might be more to learn if he keeps it up.