Walking around, you come across a man stumbling around in a drunken daze, a bottle of alcohol in one hand, firearm in the other. It takes a while before he notices you, but when he finally does, he sure makes sure his presence is known.

"Aye! What're you doin' 'ere... and where... where's me scrumpy?!? Oh-- there it is..."

He looks down at his bottle and takes a swig of it, not keeping his eyes-- well, eye, off you.