"If they are, I've never heard of them." Jacob shakes his head, then reaches out to pull his blueberry shake back within easy straw access. "There are a lot of hangover cures on the market. Some of them even work. But something that just makes you stop wanting to drink? That could be a miracle cure for folks in rehab."

He pauses to sip at his milkshake. It's damn good, and Jacob can't remember the last time he had one back in his own world. His standard diet involves a lot more protein and nutrient juice: partly for fitness, partly to fuel his biotic powers.

"Anyway," he says. "Anything else I can tell you about my service? I don't mind sharing. Most of it's not classified, at least not anymore." As far as Jacob is concerned, he freed himself from any obligation to keep Cerberus' secrets when he cut ties with the organization.