Between Ray and his whiskey and my vodka, feels like our room doesn't either, despite him drinking enough alcohol for the whole suite plus yours.

[ With a raised glass in gratitude for not being held accountable, Natalia finally takes the delayed sip. She moves closer to the middle of the living space, throwing glances at each visible door. ]

Speaking of too sweet for this shithole...

[ Nat gives Butcher a pointed look then, a level of sadness hovering beneath the surface. She wasn't nearly as close to Hughie, but his departure is still hitting. ]