This... this was exactly what Ace had never wanted for his own sisters. For anyone. He was still shocked, but he also felt a sympathetic sadness for Miss Flint. Seeing that she had finished her own drink, he slid his own glass over to her as an offering. He wasn't even sure if he had taken a sip or not by now.

"I'm sorry." Ace said after Lucille had trailed off. This didn't seem like an ideal circumstance at all. Perhaps her mother had done it because of what happened with her cousin? That wasn't either of their fault. He wasn't sure what other words he could offer.