He honestly didn't expect to get such a response out of her. He half expected her to lunge at him, and he knew he could handle himself in a fight. However for her to simply stand there, crush her very thick glass into an explosion of shards and rum, and not even notice as blood trickled down, it was clear to Drak that it was a sore spot. As she stormed off he wasn't sure if he was happy to have found her weak spot, or to feel a bit of shame.<span style="font-style: italic">I might have overstepped things,</span>he thought to himself. However she was the one pressuring him, trying to find his weak spot. He was just lashing back. Then again, he was the one that took away 7 years of her life, and she was just trying to get back at him. Then again, she's a criminal, and it shouldn't matter to Drak.<br/><br/>He grabbed the whiskey and poured himself a drink, downing it right away. It wasn't the best whiskey, but it would do well enough to get him a bit drunk. He took another glass, then another, and another. "Easy there laserbain," he said to no one but himself as he tried to keep his drinking under control. He poured himself another drink. "She's a criminal Drak!" he yelled out trying to convince himself. "Don't feel sorry for her you sore baby! She chose her life! She may not have had a choice, but she could have stopped it!"<br/><br/>He then grabbed the bottle of rum she was pouring for herself, and a new glass, while holding his own. He walked through the corridor, swaying a bit side to side as he took another sip. He wasn't terribly drunk, but just enough to feel it's effects. He made his way to a closed door, which he assumed was the captain's cabin. "Here's some rum!" He yelled outside of the door. "For your three days of torture with the man who put you away!" he slurred a bit. "Let us drink to my unfortunate life of nothing! Let us drink to my pathetic life of patrolling streets when I'm one of the best investigators in the galaxy! Let us drink to my brother, who just couldn't stay away from his life of terrorism!" Drak downed the rest of his drink and swayed again as he made his way to the crew quarters. He needed to lie down and plastered himself onto the uncomfortable bed. At least drunk like this he could ignore the fact that he was in this tin can, alone, with her.