He's sampled some other liquor here, too, but whisky is his standby, his old comfort, and it's what he sips now quietly until he's joined by company. Always polite, Jamie nods at her with a flicker of a friendly smile, though his eyes quickly drift to the rather large blade strapped to her back. It seems such a strange contrast to her quiet demeanor, to be seemingly ready for battle while sitting down to enjoy a drink with others.

"Do ye know somethin' I don't, lass?" He asks with a nod to the blade. But this being Wonderland, she's possibly the smartest one around, armed and at the ready for whatever this savage place might throw at them next.