Ethan probably could have benefited from some sort of therapy, but he wasn't exactly ready for anyone groping around in his mind. Besides, if he told a psychologist that he kept having painful psychic visions they'd probably lock him up.
Or maybe not, giving that this version of Los Angeles was filled to the brim with the paranormal. Ethan was just hoping that he didn't require any psychic visions because of this woman, and her random killings.
The bourbon arrived, and Ethan started to drink it slowly. He wasn't really too concerned with the man sitting next to him.