[ he listens quietly while she talks, cleaning a glass here and there: short rinse with soap and water, wiped down, and then placed to dry. he knows better than to interrupt someone with questions or comments when they're... venting. yeah, venting. it's almost like she's never really gotten the chance to let it all out like this before. maybe its the booze? if it helps her relax enough to get some stuff off her chest, then it's not that bad, right?

it's second nature to remember names (for later) and her expression when she speaks, noting anything that causes a tick or other particular body language. it's only when she accuses her drink of making her talk to much that he stops cleaning glasses and leans against the counter, crossing his arms in front of him. ]

No such thing. [ .... unless someone's saying something utterly stupid or asinine, but this is neither of those. ] Sounds like a lot of pressure, to me. Not sure I'd want that kind of power. No offense. [ too much responsibility, too much knowing you could do something, possible guilt knowing you could do something and then not doing it. ]

But you... well, you've got a hero's attitude. And heroes always run themselves thin.

[ he offers her a smile, ] Don't forget to take a break now and again.