[ Trahearne only stares back flatly as Beat looks at him. Regardless, he doesn't break his stride as he gently herds him back to their spot by the fire. ]

You're right. I don't know you.

[ He takes that defiance and spins it right back at him. ]

But a Beat that can scarcely talk or sit up because he's too drunk to hold a conversation isn't the Beat I want to get to know.

[ He points to their spot on the ground, waiting for Beat to go first. ]