Cullen turned his head only enough so that he could see who it was that came in the door. He watched her, as she didn't even seem to notice him, push the stroller over to the booth closest to the door. Turning just enough to see her head sink down into her hands. He didn't have to be a mindreader to know something was up.
So he leaned on his good leg, and used the cudgel end of his cane to sweep one of the bottles off of one of the higher shelves. He was sure it was either aged bourbon, by the color, or something there close to it. He caught it without a hitch. Settling the bottle on the bartop he snagged two lowball glasses, and a highball, filling the highball as full as he could with ice.
Collecting all three and the bottle, he hobbled over to the table. By the silence coming from the stroller he assumed Elli was sleeping. He quietly set one of the glasses in front of her, twisted the top off of the bourbon, or what he hoped was bourbon, and splashed a little into the glass.
"You look like you could use some." Bohannon murmured, as he sat down across from her. Settling the highball between them in case she wanted ice.