Alec eyed the brandy as Milo poured it an offered it to him. He had never been one to drink much. He felt it dulled the senses and slowed him down. He waved his hand before him and shook his head. "No thank you. I'm not much of a drinker." He looked from the glass to Milo for a moment before speaking again. "You're welcome to it. You seem to have been out in the rain for quite some time." What would've been a friendly comment from anyone else felt strange coming from Alec. He spoke in a distant, detached manner, and his voice had an eerie calm to it. He looked out the window of the carriage at the falling rain. After a few moments he spoke. "So, Lieutenant, what do you know about Marshal Boyd?" He was curious as to just what kind of man he'd be meeting with.