He's not close enough. But he's seen some ADAM overdose patients in his day. Being wheeled down the halls and coughing blood up on his doorstep...

All right, he tells himself, heading down the stairs. The first order of business with a drunk is not to scold them for drinking. Just ride out the euphoria... he rounds the corner - and see what happens.

"Mister Jack!" Like hell he's trying that last name with his accent. "You look... ehm..."

An eye up... an eye down.

"... Cheerful."