[An Oh he recognizes easily and lets it go, gives her some time and space while his dog finds a small patch of mud and proceeds to take great interest in it. Will carefully puts that bag next to that one boulder, taking out two glasses that are totally not meant for shots. But they're not doing shots, so he doesn't see a reason to stand on pretense.]

Found it when we first got here. [There's some cheap stuff in the bag, too, but it's not what he's going for. Kara brought something, but he'll go ahead and pour one glass, offer it after he offers a bit more. A bit more from his own mouth, not from Freddie Lounds or what he'd put in public. There's an ease to the confession that he never would have found had it not been for the knowledge he was released and Freddie being the one to slam it down without warning. People who didn't take her seriously were a breed he didn't like being able to understand.] Found all the little hidey places like it I could. Ever go home, I'm headed to a small, single room with bars. Probably in the basement. Taking advantage of freedom to move about outside while I can.

[He looks up, nonchalant—does he go ahead and pour for her, too, does she take the one that's ready, or...?]