Maxwell: No really. Space battles, insane cults, chaos on the station. ::He shrugged, grinning.:: You know, pretty quiet.
He jerked a thumb towards the lift, indicating for Wallace to follow on.
Stepping into the inter-deck lift, the pair lifted slowly up to deck eight and made for Max's office and more importantly, his filing cabinet.
Offering Wallace a seat, Max opened the middle drawer before pulling out a bottle of scotch which he brandished with a grin.
this is one decently hidden stash!
*Wally will remember that*