It hasn't escaped his notice that that's his blood draining away in the stainless steel sink. Not that he hasn't seen his own blood before, but normally on the hands of a woman who's just saved his life.

He drops the towel next to her and opens a cupboard, pulling down a fresh bottle of tequila.

'Yeah. Been in my family a long time. I bought it because Random,' he hesitates, just now remembering that he'd told her that Random isn't here. But maybe she'll just think that he's out for the evening or something.

'...liked it.'

Two large glasses are filled. Screw dirtying up the things and screw polite amounts of the stuff too.

'You want a mixer?'