Clive was there, and he'd attempted to get out of the Castle without the suit but it had been little hopeless. He envied Katya's skill of sneaking out past the help that just wanted to help you look your best.

He passed up the alcohol, though, as he hoped to find Amy at some point, and the last thing he needed was to smell like alcohol around a recovering alcoholic. At least that was his story. But someone was nice enough to provide the king of spades a bottle of water, at least.