Tobby made his way up the stairs to the kitchen. Without the boots it was apparent he had a bit of a limp. It would be a few minutes before he returned, a few cans of beer in hand along with a small yellow bottle.<br/><br/>He looked the pair over as he stepped off the last step. As he came to the bed he set the beverages on an end table. He offered two cans toward Sasha and Alex, "It isn't anything fancy..hope that's alright." he said softly, his tone almost apologetic.