Jamie looks neither convinced nor entirely satisfied by Luci's vague answer, but after a moment he returns her smile and reaches up to brush his fingers against her hand. "Sure," he says in response to her suggestion of a drink, and turns to guide her back toward the club's interior.

He slings an arm around her waist as they walk, and after a brief silence he cocks his head to the side to glance up at her again. "I won't, y'know, pry or anything, but...if you ever wanna talk, or there's something I can help you with...you know I'm here, right?"