Klaus abandons the pastis-looking gin and tonic and keeps the scotch for himself as he sits down beside her, listening to her tale, looking at her fingers around her glass rather than into her face, until she says that last bit, and he has to smile a little, looking up at her. "Sounds familiar."

He's very good at making her mad, it turns out, but now it's not what he's after (it rarely is, as a matter of fact), and he reaches out to push a strand of hair back from her face, fingers brushing her cheek again. "Thank you. For telling me."

If Alaric ever sets foot on this station, he is a dead man.