The way that Greg moved the glasses and bottles through the air so effortlessly was fairly mesmerising to watch. Rawdon took a slow sip of the mystery drink at Cuddy's comment. He gave Shepard a bit of an eyebrow waggle at her exclamation, and nodded in agreement. "Good choice, Mystery Man," he told Greg, giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder.
"Yes, yes we were," he agreed. He moved to one of the tables that would sit the four of them and placed down his glass before pulling out a chair. "For you, m'lady," he directed at the doctor. "Since Commander Shepard is apparently too sober for chivalry, I think I'd best let her pick her own chair, hmm?" he joked in good humour.