The kid wasn't wrong. It only took Faye a few times to senselessly allow herself to drink what's been offered to her by a demon before she swore to never let it happen again. It was a few times too many but she's learned. And what that didn't mean was that she couldn't still find a way to drink. So long as the container holding the beverage was sealed, leaving no opportunity for someone, some demon, to tamper with it.

"There's a bar in the hotel," she says, nodding her head in the direction of it. "But if I were you, I'd ask for something pre-made and unopened. There's fewer chances of something funny happening that way." And then she scoffs. It's mainly towards herself and the situation she had put herself in at the gala. Not that she needed the reminder.

When she turns to look at Setsuna again, she's greeted by his boastful grin and in turn it causes her to smirk. He looked to be really young -- younger than her. His certainty about not engaging in sex or drugs makes her curious as to whether or not someone could even exist in this place without participating in either. Be it accidental or on purpose. But she doesn't weigh too much thought on it.

"I could accompany you, if you'd like. Unless you're still into these weird floating balls of coal or whatever." And just as she mentions it, one travels by them slowly and her eyes will trail after it until it passes.