*Sonico watches for his response. She knows nothing of anything that could link the two men, but there's a flicker or something in the way that he replies that she promptly ignores Gale*

Absolutely. We can sing anywhere we like.

*Oh. It's that bartender, and on her approach, Sonico finds herself suddenly sitting up tall. But she registers his response to the woman, and finds herself lowering her eyes and smiling secretly over the bottle as she takes a sip*

That's right.

*Her eyes suddenly lift straight back to him, a little more thoughtful in response to his question*

It feels...strange. So strange that I feel...at home. But right now, I feel pretty good. And glad that I'm here.