[Oh! Hayan can't help but really perk up at that.]

Really? Oh well that's -- um. Hm.

[...]

Is there even alcohol here?

[What a stupid thing to think about after being told her world is over and she's it's only hope. Yet so many things had been going on at home and something normal seemed really nice right about now. Her answer is gently sheepish.]

Sorry. I'd love to when there's time though. And, well, maybe places considering how barren this whole area is...