Costigan chokes a little on his drink at Bruce's first remark with an unintentional laugh. He immediately coughs the liquid back up without too much difficulty and waves a dismissive hand to settle any potential concern from Bruce or the waiter. Once he seems alright, he takes the intended sip of beer, a smile still on his lips. Yes, Bruce. He knows what people give you if you sound like you know what you're talking about. His profession is based on it.

"Sure," he croaks. After clearing his throat, he begins again. "Sure, guy. I'll keep asking around with the other issues."

He finishes his drink and sets the empty glass on the table between them. "Anything else?"