Hey, I'm just saying you're thinking too small, too short term.

[ He moves closer to her, picking out one of the bottles from her hold to try and see what they're working with. He squints, brining it close to his face to inspect. If it's locked up in here it's probably the good stuff. ]

Well, if it's warden command then that means this space is some kind of central hub for all the warden-y stuff right? Information, weapons, technology. Things that'll give you more bargaining power than above average alcohol.