Smooth, he thought. Sliding right from her own answer and deflecting into him. Granted, he'd probably wasted a few dozen braincells while smoking pot and snorting coke, but he wasn't blind. He shrugged a little, though, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Alive, pissing people off, pretty much the norm for me." He answered, looking her up and down for a moment. "Not really me with the problem right now, though."

For a moment he wondered how people did it, the whole concerned thing. It wasn't like it was easy to express it, at least for him. Maybe it was because he spent so much time thinking about how miserable he was, and how unfair life was for him that when he tried to look concerned, he just looked like some kicked dog. It was almost pathetic. Rowan had the ability, though, to look both like a kicked down and concerned at the same time. It was rather remarkable.

"So...any news?" He asked, after a moment, rocking back on his heels a little. This wasn't precisely his forte, he realized.