Rawdon looked down at his own uniform as if he'd forgotten about it. "What, this old thing?" he practically drawled, glancing back up at her with that smirk still playing on his lips. "It does not. Was it also stolen heartlessly from the Mexicans?" he joked, just remembered what little information about Texas he'd gathered from Isabel. "I have tried Jack Daniels already, though. Similar idea?" he asked.
Bottles started moving, and he watched them curiously, a little crease appearing at the bridge of his nose as he tried to process what was happening. "1815..." he said a little distractedly. "Are you also a genie or something?" he asked of Greg.
He glanced to each person in turn as Shepard started explaining their connection. "I see. An almost family affair, then." He'd caught the reference to Greg's grandfather, too.