[Not for the first time, Barret wishes he had his shades here, if only to hide the pained flash of emotion that crosses his features at Manuela's sympathies. He missed his baby girl so much. It had been months since they'd ventured out of Midgar, and though he's certain she's safe with Elmyra, he can't always be sure he'll be able to come back to her in one piece. Now, at this place...

He glances up to the sky until the mistiness in his eyes abates and he can speak up again. He couldn't cry in front of a stranger, no matter how kind that stranger was! Had a reputation to maintain. But he does gently pat Manuela's hand on his arm in thanks.]

I sure do, every day. [...] Thanks, Manuela. You know, you're a real stand-up lady! Sorry again, for the way I talked to you earlier.

[He cheers up a little after that.] And yeah, I drink! Friend of mine's a bartender in fact — let's go and have that toast!