[Ignis has his own bottle of hooch, staring at it as if he doesn't quite trust it. And perhaps he shouldn't. Home brewed alcohol was a gamble to always take, but isn't a little gambling fun every now and then? Regardless, he's still not sure he actually wants to try it. Fortunately, a stranger has come by to distract him from having to make that decision right at that moment.
He turns to the man addressing him, thinking it's rather nice of a stranger to inquire of his well being even if it's supposed to be inconsequential small talk. He'll welcome the distraction. His reply is quiet, almost a whisper. He's barely said a word since coming here and to speak again after so long feels a bit strange.]
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He turns to the man addressing him, thinking it's rather nice of a stranger to inquire of his well being even if it's supposed to be inconsequential small talk. He'll welcome the distraction. His reply is quiet, almost a whisper. He's barely said a word since coming here and to speak again after so long feels a bit strange.]
I'm doing poorly, thank you.