Faolan glances up at her and struggles to place her, not only because he's been drinking here at this party but because the last time he'd run into her, he'd been drinking then as well. When the face finally clicks, something passes over his face -- a look of recognition, of shame, of embarrassment, and more besides.

"I feel that I should point out," he says, fiddling with the beer in his own hands, "that whatever you may think about my drinking habits, they're not as bad as that." She just keeps running into him at inopportune moments, really!