Oh, sure. [Chloe shifts upright, taking the opportunity to give a quick nod off in the direction of the glass closest to him. Condensation's quickly forming along the outer edge; it's not a stale beer by any measure.] So long as you don't mind it coming out of your cut of the profits.
[Which is when she flashes a toothy grin, rapping a few knuckles against the table as her way of confessing that she's only having a laugh at his expense. If she's bothered by his appearance - if she's dwelling on the knowledge of what she remembers versus the memories he's lacking - she sure as hell isn't bothering to show it.] Settling in all right?
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[Which is when she flashes a toothy grin, rapping a few knuckles against the table as her way of confessing that she's only having a laugh at his expense. If she's bothered by his appearance - if she's dwelling on the knowledge of what she remembers versus the memories he's lacking - she sure as hell isn't bothering to show it.] Settling in all right?