“Maybe. I’m not sure, I don’t normally drink things like this- but they are fun! I’m glad they aren’t sweet— I was worried that the brim had sugar on it— but it’s salt!” She’s still grinning widely as she talks like a fanatic about the margarita- but that’s the same overwhelming energy she take about everything. “They’re almost the same color as the blood. It’s such an oddity, to see and smell— well! That’s not a very ladylike thing of me to talk about.”