"Well he knows you're here, he knows about me"<br/>She takes the flask from him, unscrewing it with a little difficulty, her hands shaking.<br/>"Cheers"<br/>Raven tips her head back and empties the flask in one long gulp, grimacing at the whisky and the slight pewter taste it has.<br/>"And another three or four bottles of that and I might be able to stop shaking"