"Why not?" That might be a shade of self-deprecation leaking through as Daniel finishes off the beer and sets it aside, a safe distance from label-picking. "Already got them fried in radiation. I was looking to maybe even that up a bit, you know, balance it out."

He drives his thumb into the bridge of nose in an attempt to ward away the seeds of a headache. The next beer is on its way and he can't remember how much it takes before his low tolerance starts working against him. Better slow down.