[Cliff, not one to actually drink, was still just nursing that first glass. He liked it, but this was an important discussion with a friend and comrade. He didn't want it ruined by a buzz.

He shrugged in reply to her question.]

Fayt's still got his Symbols, I've still got my fists. That hasn't changed, but we've only really needed them that one time we were out of town for a week. [Fighting a war that wasn't their's, no less.] I don't think the same restrictions are in place out there.