Still think that's a damn shame. There are some nights I think I can only survive with a very strong drink.

[He busies himself with dolling out the last of the scotch, but he'll notice something's wrong when he carries them back over to Sandoval. Once the other glass is handed off, he takes the chair, pushing it back so they're not in one another's face.]

Are they even looking? I've seen inside the lab, there's enough equipment here to trace things quick enough.