"Would you like a drink?" She asks him.
Listening to her voice ring through his ears, the first voice he's heard that wasn't in his head in some time. Smelling the alcohol and his cigarette smoke filling the room [i]Is this a hospital or a bar?[/i] Constantine thought to himself. 

Despite being twenty-one the only habit he's really picked up was smoking, and even then only for the convenience of it being a great muse for his nature. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke away from her face. He tries to form a smiling realizing he's probably looking rather unfriendly. 

He grabs the bottle and takes a swig, before handing it back to her. He can't really taste anything besides the burn as it goes down. He doesn't need to drink he just didn't want to seem like a complete ass. He goes back to smoking, and while exhaling the next smoke cloud he asks, "So what's your name I only read enough to know that I should probably come here first, are you part of my new squad?" As he blows out the smoke he makes smoke rings and has little fire dragons jump through them before turning back to his default frown. 

Before she's able to ask her next question he blurts out, "Drinking on the job, I guess I'm not the only screwed up reject this place has to offer." He laughs at his own joke realizing it could be interpreted as an insult. [i]If she doesn't end up on my squad why even pretend to be nice, when I know I'm not.[/i]