"Nope. She hopes you'll kill me, and free her" He turned to Emilie "That's what you want? Get taken by the Hellhound?" She muttered something as a response, but he didn't cared, and pulled out a flask from the suit as he turned back to Hemlocke, and handed it to him "Try this then. it's called black absinthe, it's as close to pure alcohol as it gets, plus some Nox to give you another spin."
While Robert talked, Emilie was looking around, trying to find a way to escape, or someone to help her out. After finding neither, she let out a resigned sigh, and ordered a sake for herself. She was too young to drink in Gallia, and never had more than a cup of wine at a time, so she was looking forward for a new experience.