[He flinches slightly the moment Kerrick speaks. Tarq's been sitting there a while, bottle of liquor destroying his senses and relaxing him all the same. The worries never leave, but everything gets a little easier to handle with a drink in hand. He knows it won't last, but the break is nice.

Tarq looks up at Kerrick and after a moment, offers him the bottle.]

Here. I offered him a drink too but he just wouldn't take it.

[The mention of Molly hits him hard. Tarquin knows that both Molly and Vella will be freaking out by now.]

Maybe we're lucky and back home is frozen or somethin'. Some kind of stasis 'cause the universe can't function without our handsome mugs in it.