[There's no reason to be sweet about it - Sam knows full well there's very little to celebrate. (Though the optimist in him points out that, yes, there is; the planet might be gone, but the vast majority of people are alive to carry on their lives somewhere else.)

In answer to his question, he raises a hand and tilts it a little in the universal "middling" gesture.]

Enough, but not too much. Just wanted to come back and have a drink or two with Steve. [He glances down at the glasses in hand, then adds:] If you want one, I'll make him use your glass.

[It'd be rude not to offer, after all. And Steve can certainly cope with the lipstick marks.]