Ah. Say no more. Never enough booze in the world to stop, but it helps... a little.

[He'd wait his turn, but as soon as he could take a swig he would. The thought of the Reapers, of London burning, it all came back to him in that moment, the memory that was lingering there that somehow he had seen things, seen wars that made their fights pale in comparison... but those had never happened.]

I ever find who did this to us, I'm giving them a present. Special delivery from me.

[He might have patted his gun.]