"Probably," Molly agrees, biting back a laugh. She's not exactly in the habit of accepting drinks from strangers, and can't imagine why anyone she knows would be offering her something like that. On the other hand, she thinks it would be crazy to rule anything out here. This city has done some fucked up things, and while it might seem for now like everything is steady, some semblance of normal, she wouldn't want to take what they have here for granted, either.

It's not really a possibility that matters much now, though, unlikely enough that it doesn't seem worth dwelling on. Putting two ice cubes into his glass, she opens the bottle of scotch first, holding the glass out to him once she's poured. "For you. And this definitely doesn't taste like engine grease."