It was fortunate that the two escaped attention once he had herded her off to a table where they could drink and not be the subject of intense scrutiny. Again, this was fortunate because asking a man if they're from Earth was the sort of thing that invited normal and completely sane people to either question their own sanity or that of the other person. Depending on the amount of alcohol they had consumed, their usually came to a rational conclusion.

"You're a real master of subterfuge aren't you?"

Sweeney drank his slower, because he didn't need to impress anyone and also because this was old ale and she was entirely justified in thinking it tasted like shit, because it did. People could yearn for the old days all they wanted, but the modern world had figured out how to make a good ale. The people here hadn't.