"Shit, I didn't quite say what I mean," Seyli says at the stare. "I wasn't expecting a party, I was expecting logistics planning around a table, to get orders and be sent off to lug cargo somewhere," they admit. "But if that's not happening, and I don't need to be working, yeah I'll take a drink." A slight pause. "A cider over a beer though, I can't stand the taste of beer."