[Oddly enough, it's Fen's voice that gets to him. The shock of something familiar, soothing an ache he had long since stopped noticing with relief and a nearly equal amount of fear.]

It's not so much about what they do. You've... been through some similar things, and kicked any ass that threatened to drag you back into that Hell.

[Pain, fear, torture, violation. Not every single thing that happens here is awful, but there's enough to make this life - afterlife? - harrowing. He very determinedly keeps his gaze level and fixed ahead of them, quickly leading Fenris to the hotel bar. There's clearly more of an answer coming, but there are people between them and the lonely booth in the corner he's eyeing, so for now he slides up to the bar and quickly asks for a whiskey.]

Anything for you? It's all free.

[Sort of. Garrett works enough to basically earn as much alcohol as he wants.]