"It's meant to taste better. This is a cheap knock off someone taught the natives how to make. Good whiskey, real expensive whiskey is smoother. Like vodka, but with more of a ki-- wait. You probably have no idea what vodka is either. Or gin. Or tequila. Uh...," she took another sip, thinking. "Wine. Think of it as wine. There's shitty boxed wine that costs next to nothing but will get you drunk. Then there's really great aged wine that people took care to make. This? This is the equivalent of boxed wine."

Leaning back a little, she felt she was getting the hang of trying to explain things in ways that people not from her time or her world might quite get. She might be failing, but hey, at least she was trying.

"Me? Fuck no. I tried to avoid fights. And the lion thing died out with the coliseums. Cruelty against animals and all that shit. Can't hurt the murder kitty. Which, hey, I agree with. Lion didn't do anything to deserve getting tossed in a ring and slashed at. But this kind of thing... nah. Anyone with abilities tried to stay low unless they were part of some initiative or something. I just used to follow people and be a snoopy shit."