"Going around?" He focuses on the pertinent information, though he takes the reference to hallucinations as proof of a drug habit, and makes a mental note.

"How do you mean?" He clenches his hand around the glass to control the shakes and swivels on the bar stool to face the woman, taking her in with a quick glance, from her tumbled blonde hair down to the soles of her shoes. Noting the way she sits, the wineglass before her, and the fact that she hadn't moved to help him beyond turning her head.