[He's still a military man at heart and scarfs the food like one, before immediately turning to his whiskey. Still, mid-drink the turn to his words gives him pause.]

[He then turns it into a quick smile, and he looks at the bottle.] You seem like a good guy to have that habit. There are a lot of assholes back home that I wish didn't have it.

[But then he kicks his foot light off the edge of the bed and wrinkles his nose, scanning the unfamiliar words at the front of the bottle to keep his gaze occupied and even traces under the letters with his finger so he can sound them out in his head]. It's a good trait to have in a friend instead of an enemy. I've had a lot of bad people betray me. They make the good people suffer for it. [He probably shouldn't be telling a member of security about this. Hell, he might end up in a fist fight for inviting one into his house (it's still one that he'd get into as he likes Boone better than the people he's been running for). But it's nice to have the company.]