( The deadpan observation that crossed his features when he noticed what Chloe had been doing earlier hasn't left. These are angry people in a situation where none of them have really thought things through. They're not prepared.

They assume someone else might be, he guesses, or they are at least chafing from a perception of inaction, and he doesn't blame that chafing. He's felt it, chased it away down every bottle once that young thing had shown up with an alternate booze dimension. His tendency to accept the absurd is higher here and now only because it suits him to keep his bad habits well stocked.

Speaking on those, he'd much preferred to have the big guy be handing things out to him... sigh. )

Space travel and expansion was ruled too much of an exhaustive cost sixty-five years ago. You're lucky.

( He takes the packet, pulling it close to his middle. No, he doesn't want what's coming, and he's already regretting that he didn't bring in a full handle to tonight's little avoidance of Transport festivities.

Better that he hadn't, given the water being passed out now, but damnably irritating. )

If this was anything they wanted, you wouldn't be here right now.