"Good to know," he says, and take the glass from her and takes a sip, nodding. It's not exactly like the booze they have in the Fleet, but he's found that scotch probably comes the closest of anything he's had in Darrow. It would make more sense for him to prefer something else now, after so long with such a limited selection, but the familiarity is almost comforting.

"I really like what you've done with the place," Lee adds, mostly for something to say.