"Dog sleds?" Russell asks, looking at Ray before he leans over the table to take his first shot. "I grew up and lived in Iowa until I came here, we didn't have much in the way of dog sleds."

There's a name dropped at the next table, a Kingsley, and Russell makes note of it to bring back to Reid later. Maybe he isn't getting much, but bits and pieces are still better than absolutely nothing and he hopes they can uncover at least a few things that might be helpful in the long run. These guys need to be put in their place.

"How come you were lookin' to take a break?" he asks.