Contrite. Okay. That wasn't so bad. Sam afforded him a slight smile. "You say that now. But believe me, eventually you'll come back for more. They always do." Well, a lot of people did, anyway. And given the nature of their prison, Sam couldn't blame anyone for wanting to get good and sloshed.

A part of her wished she could. But, of course, then she remembered what had happened when she got drunk off of Bucky's blood and...

...yeah.

That never needed to happen again.

She shook her head and started to put her pencils back into the case. "If you're looking for a good read, they have some Gregor Mendel here." She gestured to the science section. "Man, I used to love that dude. Because I was a total and utter nerd."