He poured her a glass of vodka, then poured the same for himself, actually. "The alcohol here doesn't have much affect on me, either," he admitted to her as he handed her a glass, taking a sip of his own.
He chuckled when she pointed out that the wall of weapons clashed with the rest of the decor. "I don't think there's a woman out there these days that is less than dressed in weapons," he pointed out. He nodded at her assessment of not fitting in at the prison. "Nor would I. I spent enough time in cages for a lifetime." Nothing that he wanted to repeat.
"I'm not the most trusted out there, myself, so I understand the feeling," he said to her with a slight bow of his head. "It seems that we are in a similar boat."