[ He feels... kind of sad, for some reason. But it's time to go be a slut for whiskey.

About twenty minutes later, he's returned with a bottle of Fireball and a box that smells utterly divine; chicken wings lay within. He's placing that on the nightstand nearest Kaine, but the bottle gets placed on the table while he looks for cups. ]

It sounds like some of the other ship guests are in a similar position as us, so a lot of the locals are being pretty resourceful. Bartender was pretty fascinated by what happened. I guess it's made the news.