"Hey there!" Elizabeth is all smiles as she makes her way over to the gruff-looking guy sitting by the fire, bearing three bottles at various levels-- vodka, whiskey, and rum. She'd been out of the loop for a month or so, but she's getting back on the ball and she knows this man is new. Him and his injured hands.

"Can I offer you something? It's not much, and I'm trying to spread it around a little, but no reason I can't spread a bit your way if you're inclined?"