Why not bother? It's a way to survive, ground into them from years of travelling across the states. And getting some bourbon is just the next thing on the list.

"It's a stab to the lung, not the stomach." He replies, shooting the stranger a slight look of annoyance. Besides, the liquor isn't for him, anyway. He doesn't partake often and he doesn't intend to start.

He takes another drag of his cigarette instead. Should be able to walk soon enough.