[Kim has been trying to get an idea of how to identify tainted drinks without testing them himself. The liquid seems to shimmer in the cups for a moment before mixing perfectly into a normal drink, and every cup he's sniffed is indistinct from the same, unaltered beverage on sale.
Alcohol stings his nostrils yet again, and leads him nowhere, when Ernesto butts in. Kim nods at someone who gives them a look, then replies in a much quieter, flatter, voice.]
A moment of silence, perhaps.
[However, this is someone he actually recognizes, though he looks to be in decidedly better shape than when Kim pulled a blade out of his back.]
no subject
Alcohol stings his nostrils yet again, and leads him nowhere, when Ernesto butts in. Kim nods at someone who gives them a look, then replies in a much quieter, flatter, voice.]
A moment of silence, perhaps.
[However, this is someone he actually recognizes, though he looks to be in decidedly better shape than when Kim pulled a blade out of his back.]
How are you feeling?