( So, then. He got what was coming to him after all. Benedikta just shrugs as she takes another slow sip of her own, her eyes on Cid all the while: )

This is to help me blend in, not to enjoy.

( In terms of ingredients it just needed to be alcoholic, to take the edge off the waking fucking nightmare that's coming back from the dead in a new world with only a kernel of her power to her name. She isn't as much as as mess as she was for the first few nights of her arrival, but she clearly hasn't yet managed to insinuate herself into the local power structures.

These things take time, after all. )

Order something else if you're going to be such a child about it.

( She gives him another once over, the snorts dismissively. )

... You stand out enough as it is in that uniform — no need to keep up the ruse. Which of these sorry states claimed you, I wonder?

( Not Thorne, evidently, but where? )