Oh, he gets it now. She's not some fed, just a visitor. Ducking his head, he shakes it one time before looking up and giving her a grin. "Morrigan, right?" He's pretty sure that's what she called herself. "Didn't mean to assume you knew the place."

If she doesn't know the area, though, how did she end up... well, it doesn't matter. He didn't expect to walk into a full-blown party either, so pointing fingers isn't gonna help anything or anyone.

"Some days," he says, and lets the words sit there between them for a minute without any explanation. "Some days, things just get a little more crazy than you thought they would, you know?" He takes another drag off his cigarette, then stubs it out in a nearby ashtray. "I say that calls for a drink. You want one?" The slice on his face stings, just a little, but that oughtta stop after another shot of Jack.