It's not often Hella sees a woman of similar stature to herself who isn't Ordennan or an orc, as well as looking as if she's seen just as much battle. Hella, to her credit, is in good spirits for someone that's recently found herself trapped in an entirely different world by new gods. Always new gods. She far preferred when it was just Hieron and when Hieron just had the one.

(But that would be inaccurate, wouldn't it? The others were always there. They just kept to their own little corners of the world.)

But she offers a smile to the other woman and replies, "I've rarely seen someone's skills in anything improve with drink. And," over her beer, she adds before taking a sip, "I don't mean never."

Seriously, she's pretty sure Red Jack just does not get drunk, he's just always the way he is.