Kieren's had his shot hours ago, which makes him feel a bit relieved when he sees a familiar face in the bar, amused at the insistence of him buying her a drink. He makes a show of turning out the pockets of his corduroy trousers with a sheepish shrug. "I would, only I haven't got much money." Not to mention that he doesn't really eat or drink and is only here to people-watch while he sketches.

The only trouble is that his hand keeps on shaking persistently. "Maybe you could ask really, really nicely?"