Crozier sips his seltzer and idly picks out a dried cherry from the fruit tray in front of him.

"If that's an attempt at a chat-up line, you've really misjudged your audience." Crozier turns to eye the woo-medicine pusher, leaning against the bar with a smirk. "That ginger detox whatever -- that's all bunk. You know it's bunk, don't you?"