"Really? Well, if there's a world in which I knocked out the bastard that blew me up, then I wish her the best of luck in it." She raises her mug at that, as if in a toast to the morbid revelation.

Listening to his ideas on what he wants, her head tips side to side, an eye scanning the bar. "Mm, I would say talk to one of the nerds at the clinics. Torgal over at Watson's place, he's setting up his own laboratory, he was talking about getting together the funds to kit that out. Tarantulas, the spider guy, he's always hanging around. Then there's the automaton, he's set up at Winterbottom's. Pierce has his own chemistry setup running. Miss Zelda and the Mipha's Grace crew could also use people..." She's counting them off in her head as she runs through names, probably too quick for him to retain any of them.