Bum just watches, uncertain. Was this also a test? Was he supposed to react to Steve helping himself to his drink? But he really doesn't mind. Besides, the other man had helped him get it, anyway. Is he overthinking this?

A bit hesitantly, he pulls the drink closer and takes a sip. It's probably mild for Hell, but Bum can still feel the burn. His tolerance is about average, but with how rarely if at all he had booze, he can feel his cheeks heating up after just a couple gulps.

Running away... that does sound like him. More so than weapons do, anyway. But he's scared to argue either way, so he just continues drinking for now, and nodding along here and there. Sure. Sure, he'll... learn. Somehow. Gosh, this was terrible.