Working alongside a guy will make you appreciate the hell out of him, make no mistake. Tim lifts his chin by way of greeting, which for Tim is something like the depressed, poorly-socialized asshole equivalent of "aloha."

"Caves," he says by way of explanation, because he doubts that anyone needs further specifics than that, when remember that time about half of us died by crystal disease? is probably the least sensitive way to go about it. "Not sure how desperate people here are to drown their sorrows, but I figure I might as well find someone who can actually drink it."