Man, he really is like a sixteen-year-old dude version of herself, it's kinda freaky. She appreciates the smart remarks, though, letting out a little chuckle after she finishes her own shot, slamming the glass back down on the bar. "Hey, you've lasted two shots already. You're already holding up better than I expected."

She pours them both another round, the tequila burning pleasantly in her stomach. Honestly, even if Davrax were to come back now, she's not sure he'd even be that put off. He spends an awful lot of time with a bottle of ryncol to be criticizing, at any rate.

"How you feelin' by now, kiddo?"