[He shrugs it off.] No, I get that. Even back home I didn't really - I didn't like to cloud my senses. I always wanted to be prepared.

[He takes another drink and laughs a little, dryly, 'to hell with it' calling up images of his own 'whatever the hell we want' days.] It's not too late to start now, right? There's plenty more after we finish these. Whatever the hell we want.

[As if to demonstrate, he drains another significant chunk of the blue drink.]