"Good guess, you come in with that talent?" It isn't a hard to pin McCoy for that type, dampened accent aside he was still deep-south enough that bourbon and sweet tea were about staples. "But you're right, scotch and I get along well enough."

He finally decides that Sam is good people, sociable enough to be disarming, and McCoy's worn down enough he doesn't have enough fight in him to be stand-offish.

"Appreciate the drink."