He shook his head at the question, "You're the first one I've seen, doesn't mean he's not here, just means I haven't seen him." He shrugged, "Seal tends to just pull people through one at a time though, from what I've seen. Sometimes people from the same place show up within a few days of each other, if that helps." He wasn't going to mention that his brother hadn't come through yet, nor had anyone he knew, and he'd been there for months. Because sometimes people needed hope more than they needed the whole truth.
The crooked smile came back, "And no, nothing to drink, well, not in the starter kit, anyway, but I happen to bartend and sometimes a bottle follows me home." He cocked his head, "Anything in particular you're looking for?" After all, it was the season of giving, and Cal knew how much he'd needed a drink when he'd first shown up, he'd had tea and a sandwich instead, and then he'd slept for three days, but that was another story.