"Eating. Right." He tossed a few more files back in the box, then sat down, picking up his spoon, nodding vaguely. When Raylan mentioned the scotch, he set it down and got up, grabbing the bottle to refill Raylan's glass and his own. He rarely had more than one, but it seemed like a good idea that night.

He sat down, turning his glass around in his hands.

"Do you have any questions about what to expect in there?"