Cobb didn't see too much of a problem with that. Sometimes the only thing that softened his edges was a glass of spotchka. Now, he didn't want to drink excessively like the town drunk who never found the bottle of the glass or the bottom of the bottle.

"This place is lucky to have you. Most wouldn't care about strangers like you do." Cobb didn't think it would be easy on her to take on everyone's burdens like that. He couldn't imagine ever wanting to take that much on himself.

He toasted her with his beer bottle for a bit of irony. "Good luck to you, friend."