Andras offered the man a little apologetic smile. He had been caught staring at the man's drink, after all, and had apparently been a little too obvious about it. It had been terribly rude of him.

There was something about the man's posture, and his speech that yelled law enforcement. A hint of sternness to his voice, bordering on aggression, while the words he spoke were innocent enough and clearly meant as the start of a conversation only.

"I wrote myself off booze," he explained politely. And then, as an after thought; "But I am a doctor. Or well, used to be."

"Do you mind if I join you? A man drinking alone doesn't always wish for company."