"No idea," she admits, as she has a taste of the alcohol. My, but that goes down easy, and as a pleased expression spreads across her face, she pours a more generous portion into the cup to sip at while they talk, and sets the bottle aside.

"I can see why this is your favorite. So, tell me about Colombia. What's it like? What did you do back home?" Something involving physical labor, perhaps, by the look of him. Or a soldier, perhaps.