"Eh, everyone probably headed home when the storm hit. There's probably some staff hanging out in the back," he says, half-watching the hologram gyrate. After a minute or two it's clear that she's prerecorded footage, occasionally playing sultry voice clips encouraging her audience to tip or buy a drink.

Speaking of drinks, Miller leans over the bar and shouts another 'hello' before helping himself to a bottle with a label he can actually read. Whiskey.

He takes a hit, winces and offers the bottle to Steve. "Have a nip ...? Didn't catch your name, but I remember running into uh, your body back during the whole swap fiasco."