Her concern was comforting... But Roy saw no possibility of not finding out about whatever that was. "Concerned I may regret it? I have more regrets than I can count and I've already been through the gates of hell and back..." He took a moment to reminisce. "I can take whatever you have, try me." He took a swig from the dark bottle. The liquid burning on its way down. It always helped suppress memories... 

The bottle made a loud thud as he sat it on a table and took a seat. He was ready for whatever this woman, who seemed to have all of the answers, would tell him about it. He had leaned his rifle against the table.