Her answer made him arch a brow. This was relaxed for her? He did not miss the tone and he didn’t comment on it. Must be the way she deals with stress. He thought as he shrugged, he also hadn’t missed her eyes but he wasn’t going ot comment about that either. “I don’t know either but you must have done something recently.” He replied grateful when she agreed to the drink. She was going to need it though he guessed he would have to join. “That it does.”<br/><br/>Mentally preparing himself he followed her in and leaned against the counter while she gathered the supplies. The plaid shirt thrown casually over a stool momentarily forgotten. His eyes watched her, wondering what it was she was going for. What he could see seemed good enough to him until she pulled out the gin. OK, not his favorite, though he didn’t really drink anyway, he would do his bit.<br/><br/>His movements matched hers as he poured and downed it nodding slowly in response the poker face completely in place, well the one he had for this ‘character’. That was until she spoke again. A smile cracked the mask and he chuckled. “I would think that would not be good and I know they do dangerous work but this is different.” He said nursing his second drink much like she was doing with hers. “And no, I am not in the middle of a war this has nothing to do with me if anything you dragged me into this. It has to do with you. I don’t know how and I don’t know why but it does.” He said letting out a long sigh.<br/><br/>Looking back at her he shook his head again. “He told me he was on a bounty or a mission for someone and he was willing to cut me in. He said if I gave you up I could get rewarded for it. A lot of money, he didn’t say how much but it was a lot.” He downed the last of his second drink and set the glass aside. He was not in the mood to drink anymore. He had to keep his head on straight and she was not helping matters by demanding things of him. “The name is Derek. That has not changed.”