"I don't know if you've been out in the fog recently but any figures I've seen thus far seem to be spirits of some kind. They weren't much help." A joke of course, he's just glad they didn't decide to see him as hostile an attack.

"Moonshine? Color me curious." He states, moving around behind the bar to find said unmarked bottles. He's glancing at the clear liquid then uncorks it for a whiff. He wrinkles his nose a little but decides it suits the occasion. He'll find a glass or two, glancing to his companion.

"Shall I pour you one as well? I don't want to be rude." He considers treating it like whiskey, just a little at time.