"That," Adelaide murmured, not quite glowering if only for the fact she hadn't quite managed a solid twitch of an expression since the child died. Even now it was the barest thinning of her lips and narrowing of her eyes- not at Raylan, but what he was drinking. "Is terrible. If you are going to drink? Drink well."

How fortunate that she intended to share her own bottle. High proof, smokey, rich- likely some manner of expensive but she didn't spare the thought for it. Nor did she bother to ask if he wanted company, taking a chair and pouring them both a hearty glass of the amber liquid. "Here."