[The physical contact is accepted; doesn't grate on Tommy like it normal does when he's in his head. Eddie's an intermittent brush of warmth. Course he does check, glances over, to make sure that she's weaving on purpose and not because she can't walk a straight line.]

Probably would have taken a face-full of glass if I hadn't moved, so. [Tommy shrugs.] Guess we both dodged the short stick. So your drummer... she's a lot. Think I understand the earlier death threats.