Ix-nay on the reak out fay. [ He speaks under his breath, a hand coming down. And then he's up, too, hands on his knees before he grabs her bottle, steadies her wrist and pours more. ] If you mean, how did I, you can do that, too. It's a trick I was taught, though, we can all do it once we learn about it. [ Cameras make code difficult. He takes a swig of her bourbon for himself, Sorry, Care, it's from the bottle. ] As for here and there - I don't know.