Driscoll took the drink, if but a little unwillingly. He sipped it and felt it burn down his throat. He handed it back as his eyes watered. "That is really strong. I don't think I can handle that at all...And no actually, Jamle left my job rather open...Or at least I feel that way. The only thing to adhere to is to do what I am asked off. No matter the request."<br/><br/>"But I suppose I can cox out the potential traitors..." he added, with a slight smirk. He had no idea how he'd go about doing so, but he could damn well try.