"Hm, same here." Lee tapped his fingertip against the basket of his rapier.

It wasn't that he was absolutely needed for the Revolution back home but he certainly had his doubts that they would all survive. With the M-Cell research and the Devil Gene forcing two people he once cared about into the pit of insanity and chaos, Lee's place was in the background.

Lee picked up his own glass of beer and sipped it like he would have wine and shuddered visibly. The bitter liquid shouldn't be sipped and the smell was terrible. "How can anyone drink this?"