"Of course you will." The name is long, but she smiles. "A pleasure to properly meet you, Sharky. I'm Maeve Millay." She considers the question of the drink. She hadn't really had much outside of Westworld. She'd been too busy fighting and dying to really drink. Except when Serac tried to bribe her.

"Whiskey." It feels like a strong drink kind of day. Most of her time here feels like a strong drink kind of day if she's being honest.