"Me either, but I wouldn't, would I?" While Megatron was dusting off the bottle, Nautica was already digging out glasses and squinting into them to make sure they were clean.

"Copper-aged isn't my absolute favorite, but it's only a 10-year so the sour notes shouldn't be too pronounced." She paused and got roughly the same expression on her face as when she was trying to figure out deeper mysteries like 'where the hell are we' and 'why is Megatron a baby,' and started rifling through bar supplies again. "I wonder if there's any benzene left back here. A few drops ought to open up the flavor nicely."