She looks at the Vodka, before taking it in to her hand and downing the shot. Her eyes glint with relief at the taste of the vodka, making them sparkle.
"Very tasty, fine, but not hard. I can put up with that for a while." Licking her lips, and then forming them in to a bright, wide smile.
"I have not, but I would like to take you up on your offer of a wash. Though otherwise I will sleep with in my ship. I do not want to burden you to much." She looks at Michael and then looks around the bar, "shall we find a quiet place to sit down, with a good bottle of that Vodka?"