There's a soft laugh from Claire before she nods. "No, I'd rather like to see you without any eye patch at all. I'll make some inquiries," she promises.

Setting her drink on the side table, Claire leans forward with her elbows on her knees. "I think we need to clarify something before we go any further." Her lips press together in a thin line, but there's really no other way to ask, so she gets on with it.

"What year was it, before you arrived on Abraxas?"