"Two for two, Freckles." He touches his beer bottle to hers and takes a nice long sip before taking the magazine into his hands. Shooting her a grin, he nods.

"Well, looky here: another damn scandal in the asteroid belt. You'd think the rich and famous would've learned by now but no, they're just as full of crap now as they are back in our day. Imagine that."

Tilting his head to the table, he moseys on over there, casual as anything. "I sure do appreciate the drop-by, woman. And the beer and the magazine. You bored too? That motorcycle of yours lose its special morning-after glow?"

Stir-crazy ain't too strong a word for how he's been feeling, especially the past few days. If he could get a line on passports, maybe him and her could ditch this place and tour around a little. Then he wouldn't feel so damn cooped up.