"Not bad," she said, "Maybe one of these days, you'll be able to take a hot shower." She paused, then, and cleared her throat. "I mean..." Yeah. Now it was awkward.

She was grateful for the distraction of the bartender's arrival, and the chance to quickly change the subject. "Barring that, maybe a Guinness stout, or something like that? Unless you can recommend a comparable local microbrew." She wasn't trying to bombard their temporary host, just to find out a little bit more about where in the universe they were.