[ a small snort comes from his side of the table, as orion pours a drink as well, but it's masked as he takes a... fairly long sip. he doesn't down the whole thing, but the familiar dryness, the sharpness at the end, is a false comfort in these last days. ]

Ha. [ that's not wrong, even if the way it's phrased feels half wrong. ] If that were the case, gege would show up here himself, somehow. Something I'd like to avoid, but he would figure out a way. My traveling coin isn't here with me, after all.