Sydney sighed when she saw Adrian with a bottle of something in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She knew, in her logical mind, that it helped him cope with Spirit and numb the effects. She knew he did it to keep himself sane.

It didn't mean she had to like it. But she also wasn't about to go railing at him in the middle of a party, though.

"What did your poor liver ever do to you?" she asked instead, as she approached him.