[He sets it slightly off center, to her left, but she doesn't mind. Smiling at him, she moves the drink closer and just...stares at it for a long moment. It smelled okay, a lot different from the wine she'd had before, but after the draft and the smell of all that death...it was a welcome change.]

I...don't think so. I wonder what that was all about, honestly. It went on too long, and it was a little different than the usual nonsense.

[Still eyeing the drink, she frowns, not picking it up just yet.]

Is this...something you sip? Or drink all at once?

[How does she cider, Cliff? ]