[ Reno shuffles a note to ask who he's looking for around in his mind. Not right away, but eventually. When there's a lull in the conversation and he's caught Fai doing it for the fiftieth time, maybe. In the meantime, he throws back a sip of that beer once he has it, lips pulling back just a little at the taste, but not enough to count as a full on grimace. ]

"Little containers"? You from the country?

[ He's... sort of getting his head around this "different worlds" thing. Yet another good reason for a party: so he can get a better grasp on what exactly that means in practical application. ]

Oh, yeah, those statues. You seen 'em? I did a driveby earlier. "Saviors," I think the plaque said. I'd love to know what this place got saved from.