Finn's mouth, already open to tell her he couldn't just leave the bar during a busy night, was left standing there with his mouth hanging open when she left. It took him a minute or two to reboot his brain and get his feet moving again.

The fact that his grandfather was sitting on a nearby crate laughing his ghostly ass off didn't help matters.

He rubbed at his eyes, gave his head a shake, and went back out into the bar. Keira's beer slid across the bar toward her. "Christ, woman."