Yeah, a kidnapping cult. Apparently all the rage for reviving moon spirit people? Something like that, anyway. ( skye shakes her head a bit, clearly put out by the memory. ) I didn't stay to read the mission briefing afterwards, so I don't know all the details.

( she hadn't wanted the guilty feeling that came from not doing enough. she'd been injured at the time, recovering; her friend had gone missing and while skye had done her best to be there for her afterwards, sometimes she didn't feel like that was enough. she could have blasted the door down and dragged the girl to safety, but she hadn't. she'd let other people talk her into following doctor's orders and staying behind.

no reason to dwell on that now, though. not when there's a drink to be sampled in good company on a warm day. following his lead, she leans in to take her own contemplative first sip; there's a beat after her swallow, and then a bemused chuckle breaking the silence. )

It's a watermelon filled with booze. ( duh, owen. ) Of course it's sweet.

( doesn't mean she's not going to drink it, though. a stranger's generosity isn't exactly something she's grown accustomed to relying on, but when offered a free drink from someone who seems statistically unlikely to try and spike it, skye's not in the position to say no. )

It's not terrible, though. It's got a punch, at least.

( get it? sorry, her jokes don't get any better from here. )