Now that offer gets a raised brow. "Huh," she chuckled, tilting her head at the glass. Well, it's not like her professors are here to yell at her for it, and Noriko hardly minds the taste of alcohol. (And it does far less bad things to her than PCP did, she supposes.) And actually, this doesn't taste bad. Doesn't taste great, either, but then she's not picky.

"This place is full of surprises, isn't it? No money, fake alcohol, time traveling. And people are surprised at mutants," she says. "You can ask. They're steam burns from electrical current turning my sweat to steam. I act as an electrical conductor, it's a genetic thing. Unfortunately the side-effects suck."