Walter watched, nonplussed, as Kenzie upended the bottle, her throat working as she chugged it as easily as grain beer.   He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing sprang to mind, so he shut it again.  He could do nothing but gape as she finally handed it back, a good deal lighter than before, and wiped her mouth on her arm.<br/><br/>"Er..." he said, still a bit awed by that display.  Stars, the woman was full of secrets and hidden talents, wasn't she?  He nodded mutely in response to her suggestion.  "Yeah, sure."<br/><br/>Following on the blond woman's heels, he stared at the back of her head, trying to figure the woman out.  He took another swig almost absent-mindedly.<br/><br/>The galley was small--every space was at a premium, on a spaceship of this size--and was just barely large enough to accommodate three people, if they didn't mind getting cozy.  Jules was frying up something or other, so Walter pressed up against her from behind, his arms reaching around.  "Whiskey incoming," he warned her before the bottle was set against her lips and lifted.  He watched her drink, not nearly so gluttonously as Kenzie had, but definitely no lightweight herself.  Finally, he wiped her mouth by swiping her lips with his thumb before sitting down in one of the kitchen's only two chairs.<br/><br/>Licking the drops of alcohol from his thumb, he looked back at the blond.   He tried breaking the ice.  "So, any idea what you're going to do with your share of the bounty, Kenz?"