There is nothing wrong with hardy footwear. You never know when you might need it. He's still wearing his sidearm, after all, underneath the loose billows of his shirt.

Ryan sniffs the meat appreciatively before taking a small sip of his Guinness. Only then does he reach for a rib. He refuses to start wolfing his food in front of her, no matter how hungry he is.

"So, have you done anything particularly interesting since yesterday?"