[ He'll take the bottle easy enough, kindly wait for Will to close and lock the door. And then they'll set off, a slow meandering pace, with Ian popping the top off to take a small mouthful. Sort of a perfunctory drink just to do it, and then he holds it out in offering. ]

I gotta say - I really hope you're not counting on me to not get us lost.

[ Mused with a little sideways look. ]

We were locked out while you guys were in the sim. I've been here all of three days, this whole place is a mystery.