Hemlocke had been in the hanger awhile, a few rogues had picked a fight with him leaving several corpses stuffed in the back of a Bactrian, he decided to take some bourbon from the cargo hold that had been missed, bringing it down through the main hall, glancing around at everyone before walking back into the bar, eyes set on Moka and Dixon as he came over, placing both bottles down, leaning on the counter with a neutral look. "I fear my earlier transgressions may have been in bad taste, hope this lightens the mood a bit, Dixon, Moka." He gave Moka a smirk. "By the way i'm pretty sure Hank is checking out women instead of doing what you told him, that's the only time I see him separated from you is when you tell him to do something. Sound about right?" Hemlocke cracked one of the bottles and poured two mugs for Moka and Dixon, instead of shots before walking out to go find Hank again, walking up behind him, looking over his shoulder directly at Irma and grinned before smacking him really hard in the back of the head to the point he almost fell forward off his balance then stared down at the man with a murderous look in his eyes. "Careful, that woman will gouge your eyes out if she catches you staring. Go do what Moka told you to do, Hank."