To Rey, everything here is alien. The slight taste of the fermented fruit leaves an odd taste in her mouth, though not an entirely unpleasant one.
She muses a moment when Alphys mentions the 'Underground', having heard the same phrase from others that didn't look like her, but like her in that they were anything but human. It's enough for her to put two and two together.
"It's not that complicated, and you can fuck anything up if you add too little or too much of something. That can apply to many other things." She looks down at the wine in her glass, swishing it a bit. "Was never a distiller, but when you're far out in the middle of nowhere with not a vendor or vinyard in sight... Well, someone can learn to get creative."
It's one thing she'd picked up on from fellow soldiers who came from a variety of backgrounds.
"Suppose you're in a military encampment with no store in sight, and shipments have been stalled for whatever reason. People want to get their drink on, they have to resort to less 'refined' methods with what they have." The corners of Rey's mouth twitches as she finishes off her wine, then sets the glass down on the counter. "Fortunately, Sorrow was able to provide the equipment so we wouldn't have to settle on just shit."
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She muses a moment when Alphys mentions the 'Underground', having heard the same phrase from others that didn't look like her, but like her in that they were anything but human. It's enough for her to put two and two together.
"It's not that complicated, and you can fuck anything up if you add too little or too much of something. That can apply to many other things." She looks down at the wine in her glass, swishing it a bit. "Was never a distiller, but when you're far out in the middle of nowhere with not a vendor or vinyard in sight... Well, someone can learn to get creative."
It's one thing she'd picked up on from fellow soldiers who came from a variety of backgrounds.
"Suppose you're in a military encampment with no store in sight, and shipments have been stalled for whatever reason. People want to get their drink on, they have to resort to less 'refined' methods with what they have." The corners of Rey's mouth twitches as she finishes off her wine, then sets the glass down on the counter. "Fortunately, Sorrow was able to provide the equipment so we wouldn't have to settle on just shit."