Sawyer wrapped his fingers around the offered glass and brought it to his lips. The smell caught him off guard in the midst of answering Marcus.
"Hol-y hell. This is the good stuff!" he said, grinned a little, and downed half the drink in one swallow. It warmed him instantly and he almost felt a bit pleased to be sitting here on this damned bus.
He liked that Marcus drank with him. He was a fan of those places where the bartender got friendly by drinking with the customers. He was definitely under the impression that Marcus was a hired employee.
"We really in outer space? What year is this even?"