Jackson Saw the Former ranger approaching as he sat on the a rock opposite the bar, He has to keep reminding himself that bars out this way weren't open 24 hours like those in the Mojave, so he sat cleaning his Visor on his recon helmet, checking all the wires we in the right location nothing was broken and that the enhanced vision and Night vision was working, As he saw Rina getting closer he yelled across "The bar isn't open yet but if you're a whiskey drinker i saved a bottle or two last night" 
He waited for her to join him and handed her a bottle As she thanked him he responded "i doubt many bars will be open once we cross into the Mojave and even less likely when we get to Arizona, so we may have to go without for a while" the thought of this displease Jackson, he wouldn't admit it openly but he knew he was addicted to Whiskey but who could blame him after what he saw at the dam, most of the soldiers that were there and survived were discharged with PTSD or moved into an office job, but the civilians and volunteers like him at the dam had no help if they couldn't pay for it. so many turned to the bottle like Jackson. 

" I must apologies for last night, not introducing you properly to everyone, theres just a lot of thoughts in my head at to moment, putting out his hand I'm Jackson Radford"