Not particularly, no. The president would be. I'd just be-- whatever I was. Am.

[ He looks away as the bartender comes over, thanking them quietly for the refill and trying to avoid engaging otherwise. He's an extrovert, usually. Usually. When he has a full head of memories and doesn't feel like an astronaut disconnected from his ship, floating away into space empty space.

He pauses before taking a drink. ] Never liked that show-- I pretended I did. Parents liked to watch re-runs--

[ Aha. Sam brightens. ] I just remembered that.

[ Have a glass raised in a toast. ]