[So she has a prosthetic and he has a gloved hand.

And so they continue to be a hell of a pair.]

It means the same thing love. Whiskey, on the rocks.

[The bartender nods curtly and leaves to make her drink.]

It's from a movie, a very old one. [She glances over to him.] Casablanca. Back when movies were new to color. [Isha purses her lips. Just like old times, as if nothing's ever changed. A rare moment, this one, one that lends itself to her dropping her head onto his shoulder.]

We're at this again, love.