The report that they're forbidden by their escort to drink doesn't come as a surprise to Linden, from what he knows about this District. It also doesn't seem to concern him; he's District 6, after all, not bound by the same rules whatsoever. He perks right up when she mentions whiskey and procures it, and is quickly rising and joining her.

"Great," he comments briskly. "I'm pretty hungover and while this conversation agrees with me in many ways, it's also going to be a lot easier if I can take the edge off a little."

He'll wait for her to explicitly offer it, but he'll make every second she doesn't seem very long. He's too twitchy and anxious to really put many at what could be considered ease.