'Right, so...'

Nope, still doesn't know what to say. He gets up instead, and offers her his hand so she'll stand too.

'I don't know.'

Scotch. All the Scotch in the world, please. Pouring gives him a break to think, drinking is just nice.

'Can we - I said I wasn't going to go back yet anyway. Can we just talk about it when I do?'

By then, he might have come up with something to say.