[He reaches for the glass the second it's ready for him, relaxing back into the chair and using an old storage chest to very delicately prop his feet up onto. He needed this. Without a chance to unwind, he's stuck spending the evening overthinking far too much and Jeff hates overthinking.]

Not unless you consider the usual druggies and prostitutes around this area to be considered interesting. Granted, I seem to be getting a slightly higher class of criminal, maybe thanks to the show or imPort status, I dunno, but they're all the same.

[A long pull of scotch, savouring it for a brief moment before returning the conversation.]

You must get some interesting sorts through these doors yourself.