[He hasn't been around in Cadelle long enough to figure out the full implications of what she's saying - of what other people who have come back have gone through. He's not even sure why she'd come back. If he got what he wished for there was no way in hell he's coming back here.

Regardless, the poor soldier tries. His gaze softens and he flags the bartender down for a glass of water and some cider for her.]

Five years huh. I don't know, uhm, I haven't been around that long. What's the last thing you remember happening here? And why'd you come back here anyway?