As Sweeney sits down, two more dogs join the group- Jet and Bear, whom Shaw asked Will to look after. Bear is exceptionally well-behaved, waiting until prompted to come near for pets. Jet...slightly less so. He finishes sniffing the other dogs and shoves his face in Sweeney's, licking his chin.

Will continues his quest, since Hark's not saying no. Will himself doesn't drink much anymore, but he's glad for the excuse tonight. He has to squeeze past a couple of canvases- the non-living-room side of his cabin is starting to resemble an art supply storehouse- but it doesn't take him long. Soon he's joining Harkin on the floor, with an unmarked bottle of whatever whiskey is at this port. He sets two glasses up on the coffee table next to him and just enjoys the swarm of dogs.

"Hope we didn't worry you," he tells Harkin, sincerely. "I suppose if we really wanted to be safe, we should've stayed in the city. But I was more comfortable out there. We did try to be careful."

He pours for both of them, just a splash for now, and holds a glass out for his brother. "If this is terrible, I'll break out the space station bottle. I know that stuff's good." Nothing wrong with experimenting, though, right?