Hal's brow knit as she mentioned her torture. It was not a reaction of pity, but one of pain. Hal had endured pain and a lot of it, but never like that.
"Cheap shots?" he glanced down to the glasses in hand and back up to her, shaking his head. No more jokes, Jordan, he inwardly scolded and took another quick drink to focus. "I drink just as much as you, Danvers, for reasons that aren't half as good. If this helps you cope, then have the bottle. Have two. Just don't forget who you are and where you came from in the process. You're better than a bottle."