Wow, he doesn't know if he's ever heard Daisy quite so fried. Even when she arrived, fresh off of death and the cruise ship from hell. It just goes to show how just how difficult it's all been to deal with.

No further convincing needed - Jon gets up, gets a pint for each of them, and returns, passing Daisy's over before he sits once more.

"So," he starts, in such a way that it's obvious, try as he might to keep it casual for the sake of Daisy's nerves, that he has no fucking idea where to begin with all this. Might as well pick something arbitrarily; it's not exactly as though any of it is easier to get into than other parts. "How did running into Basira go? I imagine the two of you had... a fair bit to discuss, all things considered."