Hope & Sif
Heeeey, Hope did good. Awesome. She'd just give herself a pat on the back - sure, drinking something this strong by Earth standards was, for Sif, the equivalent of sparkling soda (maybe a little better than La Croix, or as Hope liked to call it 'angry water). But she seemed to like it okay.
"No, I think we'll survive," she grinned cheekily, jade eyes twinkling. No Death in the Afternoon here - or Death for the New Year, as it were. "And hey, anytime. I'm happy to teach you whatever you want to learn about."
The hand on her arm was nice - warm, actual human contact, since Hope hadn't experienced much of that lately. Plus, it would keep her from falling over if she drank this Death too fast, so that was a bonus. "I work with SHIELD mainly," she said. "Research and Development - so I spend a lot of time in the lab. I guess plans should be to get out of the lab a little more often?" she mused. "How about you?"