[He shrugs at the suggestion. Yeah, sure, why not? They haven't had a lot of time to just sit down and catch up lately; there's always something going on somewhere and being on different ships means they don't always cross paths without intending to.]

Yeah, sure. I know a place. They got a damn fine bottle of somethin' resembling some good bourbon.

[And then a withering glance to follow.] Are you the doctor? You gonna tell me how bad it is? 'Cause I remember sayin' it was fine.