His face twists in distaste the second Garrot mentions a job, and uh honestly he kind of zones out, watching the bartender. He was wondering why that guy was spending so long back there, like he was stuck there. Because he is stuck there. Gyre is getting more and more rustled the more he thinks about it, and his mouth is opening to start asking more accusatory questions of the other as he turns back to Garrot.

Instead his eyes go to the empty glass, and he blinks at it a few times. "You drank it already?" He reaches out to grab the glass, bringing it up to his nose and smelling it? He winces as the alcohol burns his nostrils, grimacing up at Garrot. "That's... a lot of alcohol isn't it? It smells bad."