"I guess I will have to see so for myself." Truth be told, he probably would have taken he beer even if she told him to fuck off. Sharing was caring. And if you didn't share, there was always someone like Harvey who would simply take what you didn't want to share and if you asked for it back, you had to pay a price. Finders keepers. Wasn't his fault people didn't pay close attention to their own shit.
The beer tasted like heaven. A little bit on the bitter side, but it still was near divine. He never really had the chance to loot. No wait, he refused to go out and loot. Not because he thought it was wrong, but because that meant putting actual effort into something. He'd rather relax and see what fell in his lap. It sometimes worked like a charm. He'd get things by the snap of the finger since some were intimidated by how condescending he was.
He sat not too far from her, uncertain of what to say. Right, there was a little thing called manners. Such a foreign thing for him. He only displayed manners when it came to business and now his career didn't exist anymore. "Thanks," he muttered before he took a giant swig of his drink. "Maybe one day, soak this in some cold water and you have crisper beer. Just a little bit of cold could make one hell of a difference."
Then he was silent, counting footsteps and trying to ignore the sounds of snoring. "So...this your designated spot? Or does being near a communication area we can no longer use make you happy?"