The man - he's a detective, Connor's sure of it, and not just because he can now identify the smell that hangs around him as a form of cleaning solution good for cleaning up blood - looks Connor over, crutch and all. He's not sure what the assessment is, but the guy's clearly drunk or getting there, so maybe there is no assessment.

"I think I can," says Connor thoughtfully as he takes a seat. "I don't get hungover. I'll take a Baileys," as the bartender walks by.

Then he adds thoughtfully, "But I can't get drunk, so maybe I just can't win at all at drinking."