[ the hand was a long shot, and he didn't expect her to take it. The important thing is that it was offered, and she knows that offer's standing. Trish isn't the first person he's taken under his wing who's too proud to accept help unless they can do so of their own volition. He simply lets his hand fall back and slip into a pocket, giving her a nod before turning to leave the party.
No one keeps them from exiting, though the process is no doubt smoothed by Bruno giving away his cup of bootleg liquor to an unhatched refugee who's clearly been hoping to scoop up handouts the entire latter half of the party. It's immediately quieter outside. He's not bothered by crowds, but he'll admit that he has a preference for more peaceful noise. ]
Ah. You didn't drink any of that, did you? [ referring to the booze he gave away a few moments ago; he slows his pace and looks over his shoulder at Trish, waiting for her to walk beside him. Considering his distaste for drugs, one might expect him to continue this conversation in the manner of a stern parent, but: ] I hope not. It tasted like shit.
he probably did
No one keeps them from exiting, though the process is no doubt smoothed by Bruno giving away his cup of bootleg liquor to an unhatched refugee who's clearly been hoping to scoop up handouts the entire latter half of the party. It's immediately quieter outside. He's not bothered by crowds, but he'll admit that he has a preference for more peaceful noise. ]
Ah. You didn't drink any of that, did you? [ referring to the booze he gave away a few moments ago; he slows his pace and looks over his shoulder at Trish, waiting for her to walk beside him. Considering his distaste for drugs, one might expect him to continue this conversation in the manner of a stern parent, but: ] I hope not. It tasted like shit.