[a shot glass is about half of her height, which is both a larger drinking vessel than she's ever used and not nearly her capacity for alcohol.]

Well! Bottom's up! [she looks at the shot glass for a few seconds before shrugging her shoulders, placing her hands firmly on both sides of it, and hoisting it up over her head to drink from it, which she does in a possibly concerningly short amount of time before it's emptied. the glass lands back on the bar with a heavy clatter.]

Ah, now that's a fine... I'm not quite sure what it is, actually! But, it will certainly suffice until we can get some real Hollyberrian juice around here!