[ Ryouma folds his arms on the bar in front of him, then rests his head atop them. It's a sad sight to see him looking like this, but what else can he do? These thoughts are usually things that haunt him when it's late at night and he's alone, not when he's around anyone else.

He just sits like that for a few minutes in silence. ]

It's not like I can do anythin' 'bout it now...I got killed for doin' what I was doin' and that's th' end of it, ain't it? Shouldn't be anythin' to it, but...Ain't like that for me.

[ Enough of this. He sits up again with a sigh. ]

What 'bout ya, though? What's yer story, if ya don't mind sharin'?

[ It gets the attention off him and allows him to bury those worries and insecurities deep inside him again. That and he's genuinely curious as to what kind of life Kate has lived to get her into the drink this hard. ]