Butch is enjoying things, generally--it's a nice place, it's clean, it's safe. But he is worried, and pretending that he isn't (for Mireille's benefit) is starting to wear him down a bit. She looks to him for answers he doesn't have, and he can't lie to her. But hey, you can get decent bourbon here.
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He's brought along The Duhks - You Don't See It.