I never got the story out of him, actually. He said he was bad at telling it. But I'm guessing somebody shot him and it rather dramatically failed to even slow him down.

[Sadly, Dan cannot loot the bar of Stacia's memories; his hand passes through it like a ghost. Stacia considers him for a moment, eyes narrowing in thought.]

See if you can snag one of the shot glasses after he pours but before we pick them up. I don't think it'll get you drunk, but I might remember the taste enough for it to carry over.

[Dan has time to give it a try: Bulletproof pours the whiskey and proceeds to deliver a short lecture on How To Drink Whiskey The Correct Way to a Stacia who is trying desperately to keep a straight face. If Dan does try to make the grab, he'll come away with a fragile shell of something that tastes a little like whiskey but mostly like the sensation of safety and camaraderie.]

I hope he's found a new pack. We knew from the get-go that he was only with us temporarily, but he cut ties and went into hiding after our other packmates were killed. We still hadn't heard from him when I got dragged here.

[Past Stacia and Bulletproof throw back their shots. Past Stacia does not manage to stick the landing.]