[Pickles makes a broad gesture with his hand.] Apparently this is the shitty part of the city. [According to Rochelle, at the very least.] ...If there's another part that's worse, I dunno. S' not worse than some of the places I lived as a kid.

[He drinks his beer and watches Demyx seemingly pop his bottle open with nothing but the force of his mind--he might've had more of a reaction to that, but his disbelief was already suspended by the teleporting puddle.

Plus he needs to give Demyx a weird look about the comment he just made.] What are you doin' smellin' it? Just drink, dude.