Yeah, well, I was trying to figure out how to tell you, honestly, ‘cause you’re not gonna like this. But.

[A cough, and he waves the bartender over for shots. Something strong, he tells her, and she nods and sets out two shot glasses.]

Guess there’s no way to tell you but this: I went for a rematch with you and won the Falcon off you. Been piloting her ever since. She’s been doing great.