Sergeant Davis hands the Colonel a glass with a brown liquid in it as he slumps into a chair looking disheveled and out of breath:
Sergeant Davis: Sorry, no ice.
The Colonel forces a smile back to him to say that it was ok, he didn’t expect any. He didn’t expect anything to go well at this stage. The rest of the crew stand around talking quietly or looking out the window as if attending a funeral. The Sergeant holds up his glass and says loudly:
Sergeant Davis: To Riley. He was a good man.
The others look at him with sad eyes as he swallows the contents of his glass in one gulp and looks towards the Colonel. He nods in appreciation and follows his lead in swallowing the drink