Brand takes a moment to absorb South's promise, and the revelation of having gone through the loss of her brother. It's a lot to process, even if she is trying not to make it a big deal. No fucking wonder she's wary of talking about things; they look similar enough in age that he can't have been too long dead when she ended up here and got him again.

"Alcohol's a depressant," he says finally, in a manner that suggests he'd been a killjoy as a teenager and Rune's hangovers frequently met with open curtains in the morning. "I shouldn't risk it. But...thanks."

He lets his head fall back against the storage rack with a 'thunk'.

"You're right. They're idiots. They won't notice I'm a fucking mess unless I make them notice it."