The fact she had a bag showed a level of organisation high above his own - he had his wallet shoved in one back pocket, a hipflask in the other, an emergency $20 stuffed in his shoe and a little baggy of pills carefully tucked into the waistband of his underwear. Basically, he was all set in his own haphazard way. He'd washed down a pill with a mouthful of whiskey before leaving the house, but that was just enough to give him a light buzz, soften the edges of the world in a very attractive way.
"Onwards, then. I tend to walk, if I'm honest - never have got used to this driving everywhere thing you lot do," he pointed out, at least stopping to hold the building's front door open for her.