Men of Letters. "Sounds nerdy. And the decor's a little old fashioned, but I guess that's what you get with a bunch of nerds." But the walls wouldn't crumble into nothing if Alec dared breathe on it a little too hard, and he dared to bet the water always ran hot. It was different from the shabby apartment he'd once claimed as his own. "I saw a Kukri in the library? Indian machete. Looked old." A reformed cat burglar always kept an eye out for something good to steal.
But then he fell silent again, and stared down the yet to be drank from glass in front of him. "Improvise, assimilate and infiltrate." He droned them off, like a bored child in a classroom who'd been forced to repeat it Ad infinitum many times before, with the exception that Alec could get away with the bored act now, without Manticore officials at the ready to reprimand him. "I'm not Ben. I manage fine on my own." And with that, he reached for the glass and swallowed its contents.
When the burn finally subsided, Alec shrugged. "I saw something about dinosaurs. Bad?"