Trenton nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a large hand on his shoulder, a voice booming behind him. Instinctively he started to reach for his pistol, but seeing that it was the Don, he quickly pulled his hand away from the holster. "Holy Jesus, you just about scared the shit outta me." He tipped his hat, trying to get his  breathing back under control. "Yes, yes it's me. Your daughter is one of the hardest hard-asses I've ever met." He actually relaxed a little bit when he complimented his brandy, giving him a small, modest smile. "Yeah, thanks. We'd had that stuff sitting for a bit. The really good stuff was in the main house.... but as you know, we couldn't get to that." Trent shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.