"Mhm, mhm..." He grunted as he took another couple gulps on command. Setting the glass down, he coiled his fingers beneath the bottom of his shirt and slowly pulled it up and over his head. "He didn't leave a souvenir..." He stopped himself, blinking with eyes wide. "It could have been a she, I guess. Guns don't seem to care about gender..." He rolled up the shirt and set it neatly on the table. The bullet going through and through was of value to him, meant she didn't have to go digging around. "Check the color of the blood." A moment of clarity came to him. "Make sure it's not really dark." His eyes drifted down to Levi. "Please."