McCoy laughs at the face, reaching over and saying, "Gimme," before he takes that glass, because it looks like Peter isn't going to bother appreciating that, which is just a waste of good whiskey, honestly. He salutes him with it, ordering a bottle of beer, not intending to judge if that's the way he wants to do it.

"Yeah, well, I kind of took it on blind faith that they were on the level," he admits. "Now that I'm here, I'm too stubborn to leave before I take a stab at fixing it, lying assholes or not."