Richter shrugged at her comment, and took another sip. "Suit yourself. As for the mission, everything went to shit. It was supposed to be a simple drug bust- search-and-retrieve, but it turned out that the drugs were fake, Adam ended up getting shot, we almost had to leave Dev behind, and, as you can tell," he said, motioning towards his bloody uniform, "things got a little messy." He took another sip. "And if you don't like coffee, maybe you should add a little Jack to it. Jack'd Joe is good shit." He looked into his coffee, then to the cupboard. "Now that I mention it..." he said, and set his coffee on the counter. He opened the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey, and poured a shot into his coffee. He put the bottle back, and took a sip of his drink. "Much better." he commented.