Well at least she hadn't made a fool of herself. As he picked her up she made a small 'eep' like noise until she realized what was happening. Thankfully she was wearing jeans, which hid what was probably a pretty horrible site beneath. She rested a hand on his shoulder and the other near the back of his neck as her internal systems corrected to keep her balanced. "Beer could work... or, I'm pretty sure I have leftover stuff in my room... and some beer." Her room was slowly becoming a stash of random drinks. Most of which just sat there until she had a training session- not wanting to risk getting plastered and fucking up the place.