[ It only takes him one look to immediately understand the cause of Jinx's concern; with the left side of Silco's face practically rotting away, it's impossible not to notice something is awfully wrong with the man. Ragna does his utmost to remain dismissive of it, ignoring the shiver that runs down his spine. How could have he been so blind? He should've watched the old coot like a hawk instead of letting him bury himself in work in his office. Ah, but there will still be time to beat himself up over his past mistakes ─ for now, they'll need to figure out what's really going on and how to fix it.

The man shrugs, passing the bottle to Silco. It probably doesn't come as a surprise that he's not an expert on alcohol at this point, so the choice he made was hardly informed. ]

Fuck if I know. The lady at the store said it goes well with seafood.

[ And Jinx seems to like seafood, so he figured it's the best pick. What he didn't know about the girl's favorites, as it now turns out, was her taste in music. He raises his eyebrow, giving her a questioning look. This sounds like something he'd be hearing at Rachel's castle, not here of all the places. ]

Didn't know you were into that sorta thing, Smurfette.