Vic smirked and laughed as he watched the girl down the alcohol he had offered. He scooted across the floor to sit at her feet so they could hear each other; the men often were boisterous and loud at dinner. "That," he took the bottle of rum from her hand and took a swig, "is rum, love. Finest in these cluster of islands. Men like us aren't the type to drink wine." He continued to pick at his food, enjoying the warm sensation the stew had on his stomach.

"How old are you, Alice?" He said as he flicked his eyes back up to her. "If you don't mind me saying, you look very young. Are girls your age not married off by now?" He continued to eat after he questioned her. If she was indeed married, they may have an unknown enemy coming after them along with the Governor. It was best to try to extract as much information from her without causing her to shut down. He handed her the bottle once more. "You can have as much as you like, as long as you are useful tomorrow."

Hopefully, if she began to drink, he could ask her about her father. The size of the military. The weapons they had. How tough they were. He watched her investigate the stew in front of her and laughed, nearly spitting his out. "You needn't worry about its contents. I assure you, it will not kill you." He smiled and looked back down to finish the rest of his meal.