Hard to be fond of a man who tries to kill you. [ She's a bit more flippant with that information with a bit of beer in her belly, though she's not entirely phased by the entire happening either. Time and a mutual disdain for each other probably healed that wound more quickly than most might expect. And, really, Re-L is focused on surviving, in her world, not on who tried to do what in the past. ]

Sweet.. to a point. I tend to prefer sour things.. [ Her sweet tooth is tempered by the constant attention of a doctor who thought of her teeth and health perhaps a little too much, but -

There's a look at that bitter comment, weighing whether he's trying to be sly and get a shot in or not, before: ]

Considering the point of this is to drink I don't think I'm going to waste time on weighing flavors.