Shepard was gone and back in a moment, the bar in just the adjoining room. A cylinder of pink glowing liquid. "Be careful, it's strong enough that three shots has me slurring my words. The cap is a good shot glass." And she had an iron stomach when it came to booze. She sat across from her. "I'll let you serve yourself. It's made so that it can be absorbed with the same effects as if you drink it."