Carr appreciated anything stronger than the American swill that most generic bars seemed to serve - he'd kill for a pint of whatever was the guest ale that week at the Auld Hoose back home.
He chuckled, softly. "You seem a little confused there, pet. You sure?" He brought over her pint, setting it down on a beermat in front of her. The bar was pretty quiet - a few people at the back playing pool, one of them smelling of gun oil and metal. He was keeping an eye out, but he could still afford to chat.
Especially when he could smell gun oil on the petite blonde in front of him, too.