The wineskin is accepted and drunk from by someone who is decidedly not applauding, and who isn't entirely playing along either, because to do so would suggest to Isaac that he is Here For His Bullshit at any given moment; but Barrow is nonetheless present, lounging half-propped on his back and smoking a cigarette, which he removes just long enough to drink and pass the skin to the next person.

If he has a story, he doesn't offer it. He seems content to lie about like a lazy bear and look at the sky, listening to the group's chatter and enjoying the buzz he's managed to cultivate.