Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[SothaSil]

Sil finished his whiskey and turned to the waiter. "Hey, I heard you have rheinland Bier here, bring me some!", the waiter noded; he turned to Aleesha and looked into her eyes, "I guess you have some question, right? I assume things like what happened do not happen to people like you every day. I think it can be pretty confusing. Anyway, ... ," he paused for a moment, "How's your 'headache'?"
The waiter arrived at their table and brought a bottle of beer; Sil took a sip. He was trying to be unsuspicious, but he obviously felt a bit nervous at this place. His mien showed that he was kinda concerned, but he did his best to not let his vis-á-vis notice this. He never thought that he would sit at one table with an officer of the Liberty fleet, talking about things that might kill him. Telling the entire truth was not an option, but he never liked to lie. He spinned his bottle around, looking at Aleesha.
"Alright ... you helped me out of this ... akward situation ... ask your question, I hope I can answer at least some of them."