South likes to think of her unpredictability as an advantage, so she'll always take it as a compliment. She's also more than aware of how different things are around here. It's weird what a complete change of scenery, responsibility and type of high-stress (because it's sure as hell high-stress, just not like back home) can do to anyone involved.

But that's yet another thing she doesn't like to actively think about. Too broody, or some shit like that.

"Better not," South mutters in response, though the corner of her mouth is still tilted just the slightest bit upward. She winces yet again, wondering just how long of an after-burn this shit has, and then scowls at the shot glass like it's personally offended her.

"Kinda hard to take a whole shot like that at once and take it easy," she admits, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't amused. She wanted a challenge, and she sure as hell got it. "So tell me again what the hell that was? Exactly?"