"What? A guy can't come and learn about his co-worker over an expensive bottle of scotch?" She may have acknowledged how good it was, but he wanted to ensure she got that is had been something of a treat.
When she asked her last question, Hal's eyes had focused on the amber liquid. "Enough," he answered. There had been plenty of coverage over what had happened and, with his current position, he had been privy to plenty of information. Not that he typically went digging through files. "I know that it wasn't luck that brought you home," he remarked seriously. "What else should I know?"