It was fortunate, or unfortunate, for Kate that she and Trip had the same cooping mechanism. He was used to being the one to help people through their problems but when it came to himself, he kept it bottled up until it made him sick, as the Expanse had proved. He'd fought Malcolm tooth and nail for only trying to get him to talk about Lizzie and he knew he'd made it difficult on T'Pol during their doctored ordered nueropressure even though her help was the only way he could sleep.

Thankfully, the island hadn't yet reduced him to that level of depression but he'd had a steady appetite for alcohol since that first drink with Kate. It kept the lingering feeling of selfishness away, that he should be trying harder to find a way back to Enterprise, instead of taking advantage of the situation to rest his weary soul.

When he caught sight of Kate upon entering the Winchester, he hesitated in approaching her. She had the look about her, a searching but not. But in the end, drinking was always more fun when not done alone so he walked up to her. "Are we drinkin' to the alligators again?" He asked with a cheerful grin.