An arm draped around Richmond and the familiar voice of Gabriel called out. He was near grateful for Gabriel's shaking as he felt that his own nervous jitters were liable to shake the entire deck. Although this was not the first run with death, the experience always shook him up. "I... er... perhaps a small measure would be... beneficial," garbled Richmond in reply to the offer of alcohol. He liked Gabriel. The man seemed to always bounce back despite the hardships they endured.