[ The mild delight in his expression for having found the magic word. He sways under the rattling under Tyler's hand. Is it warm in here? Moving on. ]

Oh, probably nowhere you've ever heard of. Balbriggan, Ireland. [ He snorts, tucking the rolled cigarette behind one ear. He stuffs his freed hands into his trouser pockets as they shuffle down the narrow stairs. ] Ain't no dealer either. A heavy dabbler from time to time, ain't nothing out there I haven't got me hands on.

[ There would be no supply. He would have snorted it. ]

How about you, huh?