[It's said that guardians are especially prone to talking to themselves because they spend so much time alone. But Drifter's got a real issue with it, not because he's talking to himself, but because he's had several different voices chattering around in his head. The Nine. Orin. Ur. It's pretty damn annoying.]

Yeah, I guess it does.

[He briefly shifts around that medallion he wears, does it without thinking about it. The snakes were something to remember her by, too.] It's just down here.

[And he leads her into it. Nigh on a dive bar, as far as dive bars can be in Pokeworld. It's one of those places with coated concrete instead of a wood floor and stools and chairs that look battered and beaten. He heads to the bar to grab down a bottle of lime rum.]

So you want just lime? Or should I make you some sorta citrus mix?