You've got thirteen questions by the way. I'll be back with the water.

[Yes, she'd written them down, for no other reason than to be needlessly anal about it because she thought that was funny. She was back shortly, a glass in front of him and something else in front of her.

Even from here, it smelled rotten, like moldy leather. She took a swallow and made a face.]

But, I had a few questions, didn't I? You want to go first or me?

[One had definitely become at least two.... at least.]