Even before he saw Jess, Avery was acutely aware of the bone-numbing sensation of cold fading away. It was a little eerie, but by this point he couldn't help but be grateful for it. He'd located a glass that met his standards if he didn't think about it too hard, and he was busily uncapping a bottle of Maker's Mark when she spoke to him. Luckily, he steadied the bottle on the edge of the bar and managed not to either drop it or spill it all over himself, neither of which would be a desirable outcome. The gloves he had on made it all even more difficult, but he hadn't thought to take them off.
"Kind of," he replied to her question, looking sheepish. Great, now she probably thought she'd run into a hard-core alkie. What sort of person broke out the booze when it wasn't even lunchtime yet? "I'm not a big drinker. Just thought it might help with this thing I have. Cold, or somethin'. I'm not sure." He either didn't say a word or he babbled mindlessly, it seemed, and he managed to stop himself from going on with random explanations that he was sure she wouldn't want to hear, anyway. He got a couple inches of liquor poured into the glass and put the bottle safely down again before answering belatedly, "Mornin'."