Crowley considers this as he takes a sip of the drink. It's not nearly as alcoholic as he'd like after seeing a vision of Hastur, but it'll do for the moment.

"Could do," he says. "Take a shot out over the water, see how far we can get before we need to turn back."

Of course he'd be taking the human soldier person. There aren't a lot of people in this town he could stomach for five minutes, let alone carry on any sort of a journey.