"...You know, they do have a variety of liquors available here if the one you have isn't your preference." Just pointing that out, given that this is the second glare Amy's given to her glass in as many minutes. Although it's likely not so simple as a matter of taste.

Things rarely are.

She talks about the uniqueness of her life, and for a moment Rip looks like he might actually grin. The corner of his mouth twitches up, clearly, for all of a moment but it definitely happens. "Perhaps those people haven't been here long enough to embrace the idea of impossibilities. It shouldn't take them too long; just until the right event hits, or one of the more unlikely creatures makes themselves known over the network."

He looks over at her--at her journal. Of course Rip can't read it from here, but he thinks of what he might write down in his own pages, were he that sort of person. "However improbable, you still lived it. It remains your life."

And given that they are in a realm known for stealing memories, it's an important concept to hold onto, Rip thinks.