She holds up a finger. It takes a moment for the warmth spreading down her throat and through her stomach to turn more pleasant than burning hot like fire.

"What happened?"

The bottle is accepted, though she doesn't immediately relinquish Jack. She sniffs the cider -- huh, a slightly sweeter scent than Adam's -- and chases the Jack with it.

Much better.



He didn't think it was from Adam, did he? Alanna shrugs to herself and fixes Raph with an expectant look.