"They do. I suppose some knowledge got lost over the centuries."

Namely, how to make good scotch. He supposed there was some perceived benefit for making it this way, but for the life of him Red couldn't find it.

"I'm not trying to do anything, Lizzie. I am telling you you're on a spaceship with no memory of how you got here, and you haven't been drugged."

And he told her, many months ago, that he'd never lie to her. That was a promise he planned on keeping here too.