Normally I’d say drinking while in the middle of a mission sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, but…

[But really, this whole time have they had anything but? They’ve been through the wringer, are still dealing with ticking time-bombs (she’s trying very hard not to think for long about Kotoha and subsequently Mark, who might not have gotten as bad as her so quickly, but still hasn’t gotten any better), and they still have weeks to go. This is probably the most secure reprieve they’re going to have during this whole thing.

So she sighs, leaning forward to hold an expectant hand out as she nods toward the collection of bottles gathered at the other end of the table.]

I guess it can’t make things any worse. Pass one over.