There are far more options than Ogata is used to having, half of them with names he doesn't even recognize. He scans the bottles until he spots the blessedly familiar cyrillic letters of a Russian bottle of vodka. He tries not to think too much on how and why there's Russian in a universe where the country presumably doesn't exist.

"That one should do," he finally responds, pointing it out. He could get it himself, of course, but McCree seems like he's playing bartender, so why not. "you don't seem concerned about how eerily deserted this city is. Have you been on one of these field missions before?"