"Never would of said it out loud, anyway," she jokes, looking around the party with a sparkle in her eye. She may have lacked much of a social life back in the US, but this sort of scene felt just as much like stepping into her territory as heading into the den.

"Poison? Drinkin', right." She shrugs. She's not entirely sure that's something they'll get away with here, but he's pulled everything else off so far. "Beer or whatever. I ain't picky."