Menachem rose his brow but smiled slightly. "Close. Menachem. Ah, my leg isn't great..." He lifted the cane. "But it's getting better all the time. I saw you here and thought I'd say hello. Did you want me to grab you something to drink?" He wasn't blind to the fact she seemed perpetually drunk or seeking it. And while he didn't want to feed that addiction, he wanted to be kind and give her what she wanted.