The company of others was far from what he wanted right now. He wanted to isolate and brood... not, what had Harlock offered, bourbon? Haytham had to admit that part of it didn't seem terrible, but he turned away from the door and tossed a few more items into the leather satchel all the same.

"There is no reason to...--"

Yanked backward and away from his work with a sudden and surprising show of force there was little he could do but be dragged away from the desk and ever close to the socializing he did not desire... But that would be good for him.