Baz looks up at Heretic, and points. "The man who shoots him" he says, slowly. "Will catch a full load ae buckshot to the groin. I owe that asshole me life."<br/><br/>He watches Halverson take a good swig of the Highlander whiskey, and creases with laughter at the human's face, slapping his knees. "Och, I might make a highlander outae ye yet. Yer nae honkin off the side of the truck. Tha's Highlander whiskey. It'll put hairs on yae lips!" He laughs. Then he looks at Janus and Fenson. "Pst, chief. Safe house, third left. Last I heard they had supplies of the major human blood types stocked up- look fae the blue square on the wall."