Edgar obediently hands over the bottle, and leans against the table now in a very cool, casual manner he likely practiced in front of a full-length mirror. Him, good? Always.

"When am I not?" It's too early in the evening for him to show doubts now, even with Nat, whom he trusts too much, given the short length of their acquaintance. But life-and-death stakes have a way of accelerating these things. "Like you said, people need an outlet. And maybe it's better for everyone to see each other face to face again instead of hashing it out over the bulletin board."