He's normally one to stand, if only so he can pace or comfortably keep his hands in his pockets. But Sweeney gets the feeling that if he does, it will only compound the discomfort, so takes a seat on the other side of the couch and turns to face her.

"She was the second person I met when I got here." In the purest sense of actual conversation.

"She an' Tiff were the ones that made sure I understood how things worked. Who wanted ta get ta..." He isn't sure of the word he's looking for, so he picks something he feels is close enough. "...know me. Have a conversation that lasted longer than it takes ta order two beers."

Sweeney pauses, but it's clear it's only to allow her to interject if she wants to; he's willing to continue if she doesn't.