Not having a drink of her own, she merely nodded her head at his toast, watching him to gauge his reaction on her choice of poison. She wasn't ready to reveal just how much she could relate to what she'd seen in his head; the genocide, the war. How many times had the Sentinels tried to erase her kind? How many wars had been fought for her freedom?
Elisabeth stood there, leaning the same as before, her face unchanging. "Still waiting for that unbelievable part, Sam." She smiled warmly at him, shifting her weight. "Are you new here?" Because something like space and future weren't nearly as a big deal as being a pirate from the 17t century or a species not known to exist. Her world already had planets not known to the Earth universe. She herself was from the future, by means of the current year.