You were in a bar with Keegan and the rest of the team celebrating a successful mission. Everyone was ordering their drinks, so Keegan turns to face you with his calm demeanor.

"So, what do you want? Vodka, whiskey?"

You take a moment to answer.

"No... I won't drink alcohol, it's bad for my legs."

He looks at you a bit concerned and asks:

"Why? Do they swell?"

You shrug.

"No... They spread."

He looks at you with a mix of surprise, amusement but still collected knowing expression.