It's just his natural way of things. All he knows. Hard to talk about things you don't know about, ehn.

Izzy weighs his answer with a small, verbal shrug.

"Yeah, seems to be the case. Drink for fun, drink to forget, drink to let go or be social. Given this evening I'd say the goal would be to forget."

And Darcy is two shots in. Izzy elects for the other shot of rum and drinks it like water. He doesn't like having his guard down but... fuck it. He's earned this, hasn't he? He just sat witness to the death of his only plan of escape from this hell ship.