That gets him to watch her a lot more closely. Distribution can mean so many things, and she's acting awfully smooth. Some habits are hard for him to shake, even if he needs only a minute of hard thinking to remind himself he no longer works for the DEA. Would he even give enough of a fuck to do anything, anyway?

For now he'll assume she dabbles in nothing stronger than moonshine, because he's too damn tired and upset by the week to focus that much on doing a job that's no longer his. Fuck 'em is a remarkably soothing mantra, when mixed with terrible beer at least. It helps the bitterness stew, really.

"Yeah well, I got my standards. Not enough to go completely dry, I guess, huh. Shouldn't talk. What's your trade now, ya don't mind my asking?"