Handy had turned a blind eye to it, more amused than anything. Plus, it was red wine, for which he was grateful. Never could trust a man who drank white wine by choice. He learned that at his father’s knee when they had ran a pub back on Earth. The thought amused him as he followed Mimae’s advice and took her medicine. He rubbed the balm over his ruined left arm, exposing it to the cold air of the room, and chewing the other things she gave him to help him ease his way into a night’s slumber.