Veronica, meanwhile, has hung her blazer in the closet and tossed her purse somewhere by the coffee table. She moves past him, into the kitchen itself, as he mentions a drink.

"Yes, well, you've kind of ruined our game by taking that, haven't you? Meanwhile I've not gained any great insight into matters of national security. So I don't think you'll be getting beer."

Across the bar from him, she ducks down, rummaging for a moment on a shelf he can't see. When she appears again she's holding two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.