[The message had come as almost a relief, and she'd said yes without even thinking too much on it almost when Miles asks her to join him. Between the issue of the dragon frozen in time far below them on the planet, and the people she'd grown close to new and old now up here on the station sleeping without a care in the world she could use the diversion of a strong liquor. She hadn't come to the station often at least it was still here, with the Natha's reappearance being better now than never at all despite her feelings about it.

She'd at least managed to change, look less like the beaten and exhausted fighter attempting to fight the dragon made her when she comes to join him. It had been a while since they'd hung out face to face, and she couldn't help but look forward to it.]

Yours is definitely a sight for sore eyes. Why can't everyone that wants my company give me such a lovely spread as this for an invitation?

[She's tired but she smiles at him, coming to join him where he sits with an appreciative whistle at all the booze and glasses ready to drink. She doesn't immediately dive into it though, thinking over the idea of food before drinking her weight in liquor and honestly? Probably a good plan. She raises a brow at the cartoon bun he picks at though, curious about it.]

Probably best if we do, the last thing either of us needs after the bullshit we've been through is a hangover. Think they've got anything good worth eating up here? [And then, because her curiosity is just too strong-] Hey, isn't that the metal warrior you showed me things about before? The silver...something? Samurai?