"It does..."Maryanne wasn't going to lie. She had seen many die, vanish...she watched him look through the bottles. "There's only two things that work on me. So far. This stuff," She sloshed the fancy bottle in her hand. "And the blue stuff." The bottles she'd had to hide from Anders. Some had made it through the fire. "I don't know if the club, or the former strip joint have any booze, but they don't have power either, so take whatever you want."