"I don't want to lose the door." The words come quickly after her comment but he's not exactly sure that he wants to go back. He probably should, had to because so many relied on him.

His own hand is fragile feeling, cold to the touch and rough from use. "So, no eyes in the sky here?"

A huge smile breaks his expression. "Is the booze real or synthetic?"

If he was going to be free of the Ministry maybe there was real booze instead of the regulated stuff.