"Not that I want to be tripping over bodies, mind y--hmm." Nautica stopped her survey facing the bar and double-checked the reading on the wrench. Faint, but present.

She set down the briefcase and leaned all the way over the counter, feet in the air in a less-than-dignified manner, while she dug around in the shelves under the bar. After a brief search, she gave a triumphant exclamation and slid back to the floor, now with a bottle of faintly glowing pink liquid in one hand.

"Ha, still sealed." She brandished the bottle at him. "Want to try it?"