She raises an eyebrow as he knocks back that shot. "Dunno that you're a lightweight at all, slick," she says before taking a big swig of one of her drinks. She could probably down it all at once, but she's got nothing to prove.

"Honestly, you seem like the sort that can always handle himself. Or at least," she pauses for another sip, "the sort who can always fake it. Which is probably a better skill," she remarks before going back into her drink. She'll polish off the first one right quick.