Once they were settled, Miguel selected a bottle at random and filled two glasses, sliding one over to sit in front of Din and lifting the other to take a sip. His abuelo had always done the same thing when he started drinking - a sip to learn the flavor of the drink, to appreciate it properly. It was good, smooth and easy to drink with a pleasant burn.
Sorting out the drinks didn't mean he wasn't listening to Din, though. "I'm okay," he said with a nod, "but I didn't know anyone who vanished." He thought back to the people back home he'd known who died, like Dana, and wondered if he'd react in the same way. Although people vanishing wasn't anywhere near the same as being murdered. And he'd nearly torn the murderer to shreds, so maybe not. "If it had been Ava or yourself, I... I don't know how I'd react."
He paused after that, and drank some more tequila, and then changed his mind. "That's a lie. What I don't know is how the hotel would react to me tearing down walls or breaking all the windows."