He approached, and she leaned back back against the console, her eyes following him as he bent down and reached around her to retrieve his prize.  Whiskey had always been one of her favorites, one of the few habits from her past she hadn’t relinquished in her present.  After his swig, she took the offered bottle and tipped it up, taking a long, throat burning chug.<br/><br/>“Good stuff.  Well distilled,” she added, choosing to stare at the bottle rather than Walter.  She had spent how long? A year? on this ship and she’d never felt nervous around Walter before. Her cold vener had always protected her from allowing either of her partners to crack inside her shell.  But that had changed when she’d joined them in bed, and she could feel a part of her had been given in that moment.  Kenzie glanced down the hallway where Jules was playing in the kitchen, and motioned with her head.<br/><br/>“Should we should join her?”<br/><br/>Not that moving the duo to the kitchen would suddenly relieve her of the tension that played across her shoulders.  When they were busy hunting McClean, he took all their focus, effort, manning the computers on their quest to hunt him down.  But with that task behind them, the past came crashing back, a night of revelry that Kenzie hadn’t allowed herself to think about, much less talk about it.<br/><br/>But deep down… she knew she craved it.