Worick looks the other way, then down in the direction Nic's suggesting. ...Yeah. No use standing here agonizing over it; he nods his own agreement and sets off that way as well, falling into step as naturally as ever. He's still glancing around and trying to get his bearings when the slosh of the drink catches his attention:
"Huh? Oh-- thanks, partner," and he swipes it without a second thought, "don't mind if I do..."
There's a pause and a gulp, and then he hands it back with a long sigh.
"So... That sketchy dude give you the welcome speech too, or am I just lucky?" Or crazy, he doesn't say. It's implied, he's sure.
I (mostly) return from the depths of mucus hell... apologies!!
"Huh? Oh-- thanks, partner," and he swipes it without a second thought, "don't mind if I do..."
There's a pause and a gulp, and then he hands it back with a long sigh.
"So... That sketchy dude give you the welcome speech too, or am I just lucky?" Or crazy, he doesn't say. It's implied, he's sure.