"Heh. That does seem true," Tau says dryly, eyes drifting back down the row of makeshift bars.

The Corsair has his eyes squeezed shut as he swallows, thumping the glass down on the table like he's just polished off an actual shot of liquor. He looks over at Matt for a moment as though not clearly seeing him, cheeks puffing out before the hearty, wet belch he fails to contain spills out from between his lips. Matt might reconsider whether the remedy smells worse on its own or topped off with whatever mixtures of grog the man had previously imbibed. Even Tau has to wrinkle his nose.

"Hoo- needed that..." the Corsair says, speech still somewhat slurred as he thumps a fist against his chest. "'s nasty on the way down but...starts kickin' in soon'nuff." He starts to laugh before putting a hand over his mouth for a moment, and even Tau goes tense in case he needs to make a grab for that bucket again. The moment seems to pass and the Corsair slowly straightens up again, swaying slightly, not quite directed at Matt when he starts talking again.

"Soon'enuff!" he assures, teetering slightly as he turns to stumble off to find somewhere to maybe sit and wait it out.

Tau sighs, shaking his head as he removes the used glass.