Sinclair smiles again. "I've got a place out in Persephone that's safe enough, and not a bad selection of liquors at that. You can take your pick when we get there. You strike me as a whiskey man, am I right?"

He talks over his shoulder as he begins walking. It's a bit of a distance back to Persephone, but it's worth it if they ever want to be able to sit down for more than two minutes without worrying about being jumped by a splicer and walking out a few ounces of blood lighter than they were when they got there.