[Costeau is also nursing the idea that the discrepancy could be a mix of amnesia and liquor. It wouldn't be the first time. But no - it feels too different. One is a hazy fog, shifting to reveal or hide memories at random... the other is just plain darkness.]

Honestly, Kim, I've been good. I have a place to stay. I have a card that gets me most things I need. For the beer, I- uhm. I haven't been drinking any. At all.

[He very discreetly uses his foot to nudge his beer bottle through the railing and over the side of the ship. It is super discreet.]

All-in-all, I've had more luck with it than the Whirling-in-Rags.

[Mainly because there's no one to kick him out of his tiny crummy apartment when he completely wrecks it in a drunken fit.]