The Baron was far from being able to cope with this again. It had taken him months, maybe even a full year to get over that tragedy. Now all those people, they stood there laying blame because they were in a state of unrest. All that anger had to go to someone, and he had been the pilot. He was the reason they hadn't made it off the plane.
His hands shook as he tried to pour a glass of scotch, the alcohol just pouring itself all over the counter and his hands, nowhere near the glass, so he just took a swig right out of the bottle.