[he makes a noise of agreement, half-amused, half-something else. The champagne gets downed in one, quick gulp before he turns, just enough to put the glass on the counter]

How ironic and sad, that we both have that in common. [his eyes fall on her arm, but he keeps his expression the same. Fingers twitch again before settling]

Perhaps we've angered some sort of deity. I certainly cannot explain otherwise.