[Rey doesn't say anything when Avisheh takes her glass. She's patient, she can deal, she rubs her forehead while tending to an ache in her skull. Part of her thinks that this would be a better place to just lay down and sleep for a while anyway, because moving sucks.
[But then the lady returns with a full glass, and that thought is immediately defenestrated from that metaphorical window. Rey might have a love for lager, but bourbon has a stronger hit for someone like her than beer.]
Ah, thanks. Wasn't sure if I scared you off. [She might be joking, but she'll be taking an immediate drink from that glass.]
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[But then the lady returns with a full glass, and that thought is immediately defenestrated from that metaphorical window. Rey might have a love for lager, but bourbon has a stronger hit for someone like her than beer.]
Ah, thanks. Wasn't sure if I scared you off. [She might be joking, but she'll be taking an immediate drink from that glass.]