Sure. I'll be fine. [Somehow or another. He smiles wryly, but for the moment he actually means it. It's something to know that if the Host is devoid of the warmth he hoped to find there, at least it can be found somewhere else.

Plus, alcohol. That's always helpful. He drains his glass and stands.] Yell if you need help. I won't be able to come inside the room, but I can peer through the windows and see how you're doing.

Oh, and say hi to Jo for me. [Apropos of nothing other than camaraderie.]