Guess so. [ she ducks her head, expression momentary changing into something softer. but it's gone in a flash, and then she's pointing a finger at Michiru's drink. ] Is that alright? That stuff tends to be pretty strong, you know. [ it's a sincere question, born of genuine concern -- if there's the slightest hit of condescension coming off her words, it's purely unintentional.
no subject
probably. ]