Kaidan is certainly not adverse to the casual drink. Hell, finding out how the whiskey here sits is fairly high up on his priority list. It's been a hell of time here, and it doesn't seem to be coming to an end any time soon.

Sitting down to the one man in the bar who looks like he doesn't belong-- a tribute, another one. Kaidan orders himself a finger of their finer whiskey's, looking up at the tv before flinching away from it. He can't stand it, the arena. He hopes he never grows used to it. Looking at the man out of the side of his eyes, Kaidan rubs a knuckle over his lips. He doesn't recognize him, so probably new-- but hell, Kaidan's been a mess, someone might have fallen through the cracks. "Kaidan Alenko." He offers after a second, dropping his Alliance Rank-- Staff Commander-- from the introduction.