Maine hesitates, but sets his feet down with a grumble. He picks at the label on his beer for a moment, and then glances over at her. He'd forgotten how new this must be for her, that even though he'd been set back and forgotten enough to put him closer at her time, he still had a year and a half of dealing with castle life (such as it was, with the holes). Maybe dealing with them like this was harder, but on the other hand, maybe that bit of separation gave her some clarity that they lacked from being too entrenched in the situation.

"What do I do, Boss?"