"Eh, maybe we won't have to cross it." She waved a hand dismissively. Hypotheticals... right, whatever. She can think about those when she's not more interested in this game that is going to involve booze. Some things are just more immediately pressing.

She waited for his answer, grinned a bit when she got it. She gave him a small salute with her glass. "Bottoms up." And she knocked the shot back.

At least it wasn't ryncol. Ryncol was green, right? Ever since her bad experience at York's bar, she was done with that shit. (For now.)