"Now, hey," he chides her gently with a wry smirk, "I think we can all appreciate the value of a good, stiff drink every so often. 'Often' bein' the operative word here."

He eyes the scarf for a moment, then shrugs and takes it with a thank you, wrapping it around his neck as he follows Kate outside.

She does make him feel at ease. Maybe too at ease, because for all intents and purposes, she should be a complete stranger to him, yet she isn't. And something-- someone she mentioned earlier sticks in his craw, and the name won't leave.

(Maybe because it was always there to begin with.)

"So, uh-- who's this Tommy fella?"