Vax had to pick his head up from the surface of the table this time, and he blinked slowly at the large man. Grog. ...No, obviously, not Grog. But big as one. Close. Vax missed him, too, the childish brute.

"Don't know it," he mumbled at the fellow about the song. Scanlan would know, because he knew all kinds of songs. Or he would pretend he knew, or...make something up. But Scanlan wasn't here, either. "Don't need a song. Need a sister, and I haven't got one."

Yeah, so apparently Vax's manners (or at least some of his short-term memory) had drowned already.