Anthony nodded, trying to pretend that he knew what the hell she was talking about. Of course, in reality, he hadn't even the slightest idea. He just sat there in a somewhat awkward silence and kept drinking, until the woman adressed him again. He looked at her yet again, finishing his drink before  turning to speak yet again. "I mean, yeah. I don't really...want to talk about it, though," he said. Maybe he's just insane, but he'd rather not discuss all his trauma with a stranger. "'m sorry, miss."