Dante didn't even want to get anywhere near his own world's fight; anybody else's sounded like an especially bad case of borrowing trouble.

He pushed his hand into his coat and pulled two bottles out of hiding, passing one on to Alana. Then he rooted around his pocket until he found his bottle opener.

He popped the cap off of his own bottle first, then offered the opener to her. "You find anything else cool in this pile?"