If there's anything that Emma might consider a comfort around here, it's that they keep the alcohol flowing up on the station. She's nearly finished with her whiskey when Diana approaches, and at the familiar (but seemingly unaware) face that finds her, she gestures towards the vacant seat with a shake of her head. "No, sit down.

They'd been friends the first time around, but stasis isn't all that forgiving when it comes to memories made in this world. Instead of trying to prompt a memory that probably won't come back, Emma catches the attention of the bartender to let him know she has company.

She could probably use a drink, right? Seems like everyone waking up from stasis could. "First one's on me."