[Sighhh he doesn't wanna. Kotetsu frowns a moment, peering over at the alcohol again before nodding.]

You sure you wanna go into this sober? [It's mostly rhetorical at this point; Keith has made it pretty clear that he doesn't want to stall further. He motions for the other cop to follow him to the couch regardless, because it's really just the kind of talk to be had sitting down.]

...Man, where to even start. You moved here recently, right? Where you were before, I'm sure you heard the news stories about the "terrorists" in Locke. Those "terrorists" were referring to us. The Numbered.