[Nott notices. Rey is doing a lot of the same things Caleb did when it was just the two of them and they were in a new town together, trying to keep eyes away from Nott and suspicion even further off. Walking strategically, keeping an eye on people who seem to be keeping an eye on the goblin with the haphazard disguise.

Nott doesn't know exactly what to think of it.]

The whole planet was like that? That sounds awful. No wonder you stockpiled so many ugly birds.

[And then Rey starts to cough and strain with the burn of the alcohol down her throat, and Nott blinks at her.]

My favorite kind of whiskey.

[Actually, it makes sense, considering how Nott likes her liquor like she likes her barbarians: strong enough to pull a merrow's tongue through its throat. You know, as long as the barbarian is on her side. And Rey is out here having barely ever had any alcohol in her life.

Nott takes the flask back and puts it away, a bit deflated.]

I guess it's pretty strong. Sorry.