[ Matt appreciates her lack of condescension more than anything else. He's blind, but certainly not an invalid. The sounds and smells of the bar give him a pretty good idea for where they are, and his cane opens a somewhat clear route as he follows behind. (Though he does perhaps lightly step on a few people who won't move even when he taps their feet with his cane, but who can blame a blind man for being a little clumsy, hmm?) ]
Whiskey, on the rocks.
[ It'll taste like lighter fluid no matter how cheap or expensive it is, Matt's used to that. Good ol super senses. ]
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Whiskey, on the rocks.
[ It'll taste like lighter fluid no matter how cheap or expensive it is, Matt's used to that. Good ol super senses. ]