[ Rideaux doesn't exactly look thrilled by that suggestion — even at his lowest point he'd usually been able to cajole some loose-moraled adult into getting him something a little nicer than convenience store beer or whatever they're selling here — but apparently this is just his existence now, so why the fuck not. ]

I suppose that's better than nothing.

[ When he notices he's not the only one taking a step toward the door, though, he pauses and turns back, raising his eyebrows. ]

I'm sorry, were you planning on coming with me, or are you just that eager to lock me out?