He startles at the thank you, looks up, blinking with an expression that is painfully open. He's at a loss for what to say back; is left fumbling for a moment, then finally fidgets with his drink.

"I... yeah. Both of them. Eventually." He gives a wry little half-smile at that, tired. "Basira found her way out before the explosion. Daisy... they'd trapped her in the coffin. Um— from the Statement of Joshua Gillespie, the one chained shut. I... went into it and got her out. After."

It is clear from the absolute intensity with which he inspects his drink, and the tight set of his mouth, how pleasant a story that is.