Upon being nudged, Husk briefly glared daggers at Alastor. But it's not like he'd pay any attention, let alone apologize. so Husk just let it go and takes a seat in a barstool himself, offering a lazy wave to... someone whose name is a number. Nice to see that someone is cruel enough to forego people having names and being reduced to a number.

"Nice to meet you."

White hair... That could possibly mean this human is in the same age range Husk was in when he had died. It's a little weird for Husk to be on the customer side of the bar. having gotten used to being the bartender. Nonetheless, his eyes flit over to the many bottles occupying the shelves.

"I'll have some whiskey... The whole bottle."