*Mortar looked at Reese, a weird expression on his face. His best friend, doing these things to his sister... it was probably gonna happen at some point. He nods, as he uncomfortably switches seats to a more... sterile... one* Yes, I remember Brutus. What about him? *he took a sip of his coctail, then immediately spit it out* Wait, this coctail tastes weird. Did you, erm, do anything to it?