Alla didn't even look up as Wexler addressed him. It was no mystery who approached him, not by a long shot. Most of the rebels were afraid of him, for reasons that remained mostly unknown to him. His head popped up at the mention of Whiskey, however, glaring in Wexler's general direction.
"That stuff's poison to the brain. Almost as bad as that green junk Jonah tried to get me to smoke a few times back at Islay. Order all you want, but it's not going in me." Alesky replied in a barely audible voice.
He had always been quiet, and had an intense dislike for anything mind-altering. He didn't even like to rely on his medication, and he wasn't going to indulge in alcohol for reaction, joke or not.
