Graff listed to Elisa's story while continuing to eat and drink.  It sounds like a text book job gone wrong, slowly though his vision begins to wander as the dark brew worked it's way into his system.  By the time she's done Graff responds with a little slur, "Thash horrible.  Shtill I don't shink you should count out thish company yet."  Man Graff wasn't kidding when he said he's a booze light weight, or perhaps its partly the company he currently has.<br/><br/>"If I gave up on myshelf that quickly I wouldn't have lashted through the first week at Point Barrow.  The whole thing wash jusht one uphill fight after another...shtupid Shtiener loyalishts.  I mean we've been a nashion for what 25 yearsh now..."  Graff was kind of rambling but strangely opening up at the same time.