[ as far as unwise ideas go, Jacob doesn't think this one is all that bad. he may be drinking on a mostly empty stomach, but he's aiming to get as far away from sober as he is able, and fast, so is that such a bad prerequisite?

before he can get moving, Evie places a hand on his shoulder, the touch more welcome than he would admit in words. it also forces him to focus on her. what she says has him drop his head forward with a huff. ] You do make a plan for everything, don't you. [ he smiles as he says it, wry as the expression may be. after all, it's a good plan, and she even seems worried for him, far less keen on shouting at him for what was no doubt reckless and careless on his part than he had expected. he feels deeply grateful for her and her being there.

a nod, and he looks at her again. clearly still shaken, but standing,
which ought to be a start. ] I'd best get started. If we don't go before the fire brigade is done, I'm not sure we'll find anything to drink in all of Dunwall.

[ because the two of them won't be the only ones who'll need a drink or a lot of drinks. so he gets a move on, bathroom first, to wash what stains there are off his hands. it's almost a comfort to see the Mark again, but not as much as cold water on burned skin. he's not too badly hurt, but seeing the dried blood peel off his skin in flakes makes him ill all over again, less because it is blood, and more because it is a reminder he wants no part of. for lack of anything left in his insides that he might hurl, he dispells the nausea with a splash of cold water to his face. might as well do something about the soot stains there. he only now notices that his hat did not survive the endeavour. ]

Do you know where that salve is, then? [ only has to raise his voice a little in a place so small. ]