Thank god, she doesn't make a face or run off or take a swing at him. Already doing better than the majority of conversations he had before waking up on this ship.

"Yep." Jack says, and takes a sip of his drink--

Which sure is strong, just like he asked for. Not the worst thing he's tasted, though, given the number of times he accidentally drank from a molotov while working his way through Olympus Heights. So he doesn't choke on it, just swallows like it's nothing and sets his glass down.

"Just got here today. How about you?" he asks.