"S'pose we've got to make do with what we have here." Donna shrugged, holding out the bottle to him. "I temped at a police department once," she offered, half caught up in the haze of thinking back to times that seemed a whole lifetime away. The other part of the haze was the work of the vodka. "Didn't make terribly much, but I could count on bein' safe. Good people, some of them. Best part was the burrito place down the street."