[This is probably a when in Rome situation. There's a moment of hesitation where she watches him closely, taking note of how easily he drinks this shit. It can't be good for him, but she guesses he hasn't done a single thing that's been good for him in the past couple of years apart from murder. So the only direction he has to go is up.
She follows his lead and downs her glass, lips pressing together tightly as she tries to figure out if she likes the taste or not. In the process, her head rests on her palm, elbow supporting the weight against the tabletop. The drink hits her stomach and burns a little, and her head slides off to the side to tip as she keeps on looking him over.]
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She follows his lead and downs her glass, lips pressing together tightly as she tries to figure out if she likes the taste or not. In the process, her head rests on her palm, elbow supporting the weight against the tabletop. The drink hits her stomach and burns a little, and her head slides off to the side to tip as she keeps on looking him over.]
Did something happen?
[You know, besides being trapped in space.]