( hey, have at it. she releases her grasp on her cup and lets it get pushed to wherever it lands. that's the thing about mass relocating, nobody cares about coasters or cleanup. she imagines that's what the robots are for. she hopes they're not expected to do community service on top of the extracurriculars requested of them. )

If we wait too long, someone might shut down this open bar. ( and mia thinks if there are two of them, they might be able to successfully swindle a bottle instead of tropical drinks she hasn't tried to learn the names of. she gestures with a jerk of her head, indicating a direction. ) I think I saw a shorter line this way.

Can you imagine dealing with any of this sober?