He knew where they were going the moment they had entered the elevator. It was not in his nature to panic and even as the door shut the drone maintained a level of calm a monk might have envied.
What had started out as a way to pass the time while he was healing from playing bodyguard to a puppy had turned into something else entirely. Looking at the distillery the drone had no explanation, at least not one he could put into words. His thoughts and behaviors were usually dictated to him.
"Is for..." Pause. "Is for cleaning."
Not precisely a lie. The vodka could have stripped paint of walls given enough time.