"Owner by circumstance and the other owners leaving. This place is cursed." All said with a glib smile and a light shrug. Is it cursed? Who knows.

Ginia lets him drink in peace, setting the bottle aside, but within reach. She tidies up a little, glance up at him when he speaks.

It's an interesting question, one that requires a little bit of mulling over. She knows it's different for her; there are no friends back home for her, or at least very few remaining and none she's seen in any recent period of time.

"With poise and grace. With the realization they may arrive within the next cycle, or I could be sent home and be with them. Until then, there are new people to get to know and new friends to make."