Well, that's interesting. If she hasn't had them before then how...? But she's military-precise and sharp, and of course soldiers see all kinds of ugly things. Amos nods a little, unconsciously straightening just a little and putting his hands in his pockets.

"Of course."

He doesn't say that sometimes drinking makes it worse, that alcohol sometimes makes the memories heavier rather than putting them at a distance. Either it'll help or it won't, and he'll let her choose her poison. He eyes the reddened mark on her forehead but doesn't mention that either, instead gesturing lazily to the door behind them.

"Ladies first."