Yes, a cocktail. [Which is probably the high-society way of saying mixed drink and a far cry from the trashcan punch she'd had a few solo cups of at those college parties. She looks around at the various trays and tables and snags something that looks dark orange.
Then she settles back down on the stool and offers her hand for a handshake to Tyki.] So I'm Dawn. Dawn Summers of the newly incarcerated.