Walter just stares irritably at Weyoun as he exits. He sees what he's doing. He fucking sees it. Fine, fine. After a moment or two he collects his bottle of scotch and his glass and heads for the dining car, and if there isn't ice there he may just follow through on his threat.

Of course what he finds there first isn't ice, it's Caro. And since she's for once neither covered in blood or in some ridiculous party dress, he has to take a moment to realize it's her. "Hey, sweetheart."

And then he's rummaging around for ice. He's a man on a mission.