Garsin leaned back in a chair and took off his helmet, letting it hang from it's hose. He gave the odd drunken man a quizzical look, one eyebrow raised. "Garsin." He replied giving his name. He reached back and grabbed a drink. He tossed an appropriate payment under the counter to "pay" for it, just so he could say it wasn't stealing. He held the bottle up to Twix and took a swig. As long as the drunk was like this, then they had nothing to worry about....accept that light headed feeling that keep coming to haunt him. He set the bottle down, pretty sure that if he drank the bottle with as little blood as he had now, it might not end up very well for his health.