Jamie considered this for a moment or two, wearing an expression somewhere between deep thought and bewilderment, before shaking his head a bit. "Nnnnaaaaahh, I prob'ly shouldn't. Didn't really come here to get drunk or anything. Just said I'd have a drink with him..." He tried to indicate Sawyer, realized that he was no longer certain of where in the pub his companion had gotten to, and deduced that the man had flitted off elsewhere to continue his drunken whoring. Jamie blinked and shrugged. "...anyway. So I had a drink. 'm good for now. 'specially if people are gonna start fighting," he added with exaggerated emphasis. "Can't 'duck at the right times' if my brain's all fuzzy."