Q let her help him up, dusting himself off and looking around. "Not dead- Yes, that's... Well, it's quite a relief. Unsettling and impossible, but- Yes, good."

He rubbed his face, then looked at Dutch.

"I don't usually say this sort of thing, so do try and refrain from laughing in my face, but how do you feel about coming back to mine and getting very very drunk? I'd suggest a bar, but I've got a cat waiting for me at home who's no doubt starving."