[He gives an overdramatic sigh.]

I'm inclined to believe they'd rather you not bother. [He winks at her while knocking back another swig.] But don't pay too much mind to me. I'm old and paranoid and apt to wrap the tin foil on my skull at a moment's notice. We're all stumbling around blind here, your guess is as good as mine.

[He twists the cap back on.] Suppose I ought to leave you in peace and finish my own rounds. Unless you're ready to head back yourself.