"Yes, I suppose that was a dumb question, wasn't it?" he asked rhetorically, with a good-natured laugh. He made no comment on the other man's appearance. Khalid had seen better days, and those were most likely outside of Limbo's confines. Carmine was curious to see how either of them looked when they cleaned up.
He also said nothing about the premature opening of the Cheetos. Far be it from him to comment on someone breaking the rules. He liked to do it himself, but more subtly. The risk of getting caught wasn't as tantalizing when one misbehaved in plain sight.
"I have on occasion, but it isn't my preference," he answered smoothly in response to the question of whether he smoked. "I will, however, take you up on the offer of shooting." Getting drunk and shooting at something sounded very hillbilly to him, but also fun. And why drink alone when there was willing company? Striding to the liquor section, he grabbed a bottle of Scotch. "Ready, boys?"