Nah. Just don't like the taste. And, honestly? [Sibyll drops her voice a little and leans in closer to Niko.]

Don't quite trust the look of that guy. Or the stuff he serves. But maybe I'm not the best judge. You're the one who's brave enough to order... whatever that is.

[She glances over at his drink, looking a little concerned, as if she's worried it might start eating through the glass.]