[ He plants both hands on the bar, leaning toward her. ]

Vodka.

[ He drummed his fingers on the bar, wanting to leave it like that. But damn it, he couldn't have her running off and trying something stupid. ]

Cause getting blind drunk's your only "exit" from this place. You wanna try dying? They just put you back together. One moment your dead, the next you're back here. Bit worse off than you started, or so they say.